My mother, in the wee hours of the morning, went into labor. It was a surprise. It was early. She woke my dad to prepare him. He had to stay home with my two older brothers and my grandmother was two hours away. My mother called the doctor. He came, picked her up and drove her to the hospital. As I said, it was a long time ago.
She barely made it to the hospital and was given anesthesia to put her under, and then I entered the world. When my mother woke up, she was presented with her daughter – me – born at 6am Easter Sunday morning. How excited she was to know she had a little girl after having two boys. It was a special memory of joy for her.
I’ve pondered this of late as I recently experienced another birthday and Easter is right around the corner.
I think of that Easter. And I think of the joy Mary and the others experienced when they realized their beloved Jesus was alive! So much more joy that it cannot even come close to the joy my mother experienced.
Once, I ran across a one hundred year calendar of Easter dates and noted my birthday would never again fall on Easter. I’m relieved. I’m thankful. Easter is the day set apart for all Christianity to celebrate His resurrection. I want to fully focus on that!
I hope you’ll join me!
After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb. There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lordcame down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow. The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and became like dead men.
The angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples: ‘He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.’ Now I have told you.”
So the women hurried away from the tomb, afraid yet filled with joy, and ran to tell his disciples. Suddenly Jesus met them. “Greetings,” he said. They came to him, clasped his feet and worshiped him. Then Jesus said to them, “Do not be afraid. Go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me.” (NIV)