“Let Him easter in us,
be a dayspring to the dimness of us,
be a crimson-cresseted east.”
~Gerard Manley Hopkins from “The Wreck of the Deutschland“
On this Sabbath, we anticipate the bright light of Easter morning in two weeks.
Each Sabbath, each Sunday celebration of Resurrection Day dims over time as I return to my daily routine on Monday. The humdrum replaces the extraordinary, tragedy overcomes festivity, darkness overwhelms dawn. The world encourages this, and I don’t muster enough resistance. I climb right back into the tomb of my sin, move the huge stone back in place, and remain there, waiting for rot to settle in.
I am not alone. I have plenty of company with me behind the stone. There is no excuse for us to still be there.
The stone was pushed aside, the burden shouldered, the debt completely paid.
How can we not allow His light to dayspring our dimness?
He is risen. We are eastered. No need to sink down in darkness. None.
What wondrous love is this?