Who's the Man?

In the past 4 days I managed to do 12 loads of laundry, run 4 carpools, find a missing soccer cleat and coordinating shin guard (they were in the car), hit the gym not once but twice thank you very much, attend the Boys State Tournament in Lexington - Go Rockets!, stuff 3 dozen plastic eggs with "treats-stickers and candy are ok, but remember no peanuts!", dye 1 dozen hard boiled eggs...with a 2 year old, attend 2 soccer practices and 1 baseball tryout, get two squirming boys' haircuts, sign a report card, purchase coordinating Easter outfits for a family of 4, stuff the Easter baskets, make a fruit salad and the best deviled eggs you have ever placed in your mouth for brunch, go to church, and finally bake a bunny cake because my mom, who though will never see it, will be happier than both of the kids combined. Afterwards, you can imagine how I was feeling...Why did you say exhausted??? That's why I hit the gym...twice (reread above if necessary.) I was feeling pretty proud and confident. "Oh yeah, I'm the woman, ummhmm," I said to myself as we walked into church services with my freshly coiffed men surrounding me. I was still patting myself on the back as our pastor Kyle Idleman delivered a fabulous Easter message. He was preaching about Jesus, about His anguish in the garden, about His uncomfortable truths He unapologetically delivered, about His heart-wrenching crucifixion, and lastly about His resurrection. Kyle said, "The next time you are feeling high and mighty, try walking out of your own grave." Ouch! Those words convicted my heart like a sword. Here I was proud of my accomplishments, proud of my deeds, and like an idiot, totally lost sight of the cornerstone, the catalyst of Christianity - Jesus' defeat over death. You can imagine how I was feeling now...you're right this time, small and insignificant.

Let's not lose sight of this holiday - it's not about the fabulous dress from Clodhoppers, the seersucker suits, the Honey Baked ham, the pastel eggs, or even the bunny cake, it's the ultimate proof that death is not the final end all of our lives. And if we believe the truth that Jesus walked out of his own grave, we too will walk out of our own graves. But please do not take my word for it, check if out for yourself.