Easter Sunday and some of us are still living in graves.
Graves we made and graves people threw us in.
Graves of shame and graves of guilt.
Graves of remembering and graves of forgetting too soon.
Graves of death and graves of life too soon and mistakes made too late to learn from.
Graves of sin and graves of heavy things. All of these things are heavy like stones, heavy like the stones that cover our graves that hold our names and hold the reasons we're in the graves in the first place.
But I know of a rock that will cry out in my silence and a rock that's burden is the opposite of heavy, and I'm glad for God's contrast to the graves that hold us in and weigh us down.
Sometimes it isn't our fault that we're still living in them. Sometimes the people we love throw us in them. But sometimes it is our fault. We can't always live there. Life is not in the graves that are comfortable even if we've made our life in them.
Life is in the one who was put in the grave but did not stay there.
Life is in the light burden, the easy yoke.
Life is in the "follow me" and in the "it is finished".
Life is in the one who knew defeat and death but won.
Life is in the empty grave. Let's be empty graves together, full of life.