easter

So I have been looking for which church to go to for Easter, the day I consider the best holiday. I mean, the resurrection is the culmination of all Christ did on this earth. Everyone celebrates His birth, which I agree was a spectacular event, but that’s just the beginning. He went on the live the rest of His life perfectly, then use that life to break death’s hold on us when He died an innocent man and rose again. If you don’t believe in predestination and the absolute sovereignty of God, this story becomes even greater. Christ took the biggest risk in history by becoming a vulnerable man, vulnerable even to death. Think about it for a while; the God of the universe died. Dead. Imagine you don’t know the end to the story; frickin scary, isn’t it? In stories, the main character never dies. Sure, there is often a time when everyone thinks he might be lost or dead, but then he gets up and everyone can erase the fear as silly cuz nothing actually happened. Not so with God’s story. He actually died. The fear is real. Then He rises from the grave and death, having beaten satan at his own game. No one will ever know for certain how uncertain that outcome was in the moment of it. Next time someone laughs at my God for dying, or for being weak, I will tell them how He beat the devil in his own mansion then came back from death. My God is a BAMF for taking the risk of dying, and for His victory. I challenge any other god to do the same.

Actually, my easter wasn’t all that great. Kinda an anticlimactic experience really. I had been expecting this amazing experience cuz that’s what happens to Christians who go to other countries for the holidays, right? Heh. Well, Bryce and I finally found out where a church was that we wanted to go to. So we got up, got dressed, me in a skirt, and rode a boda boda to Kampala Pentecostal Church. When the service started, the tent was more than half empty. By the time the preaching started, it was completely full. the variety of the dresses the women wore struck me. They wore tradition dress of the different tribes, and various in and out of style western wear. I don’t have to worry about not fitting in; there is nothing to fit in with. I received a pink flyer offering all the “girlfriends” of the church weekly Saturday meetings for learning how to act well towards husbands, children, other people in the church, and also how to cook food from all over the country. The cooking part sounds feasible. Not sure if it could put up with the rest of it tho. The music reminded me of church camp songs. Then a white preacher who was visiting got up and delivered a lecture on the rapture and why everyone should be ready for it. Ahem, I don’t believe in the rapture. So once again I can see why a lot of people have been turned off of the church. All the way home I was thinking about something to write on here that would make it sound good, but I couldn’t. Finally I turned on my computer and the paragraph above flowed out. Easter is not about the experiences we have, it’s about Him. Don’t forget it. He is risen!