Easter is my favourite time of year.
When I was growing up, we followed certain traditions. My family turned the house upside down and cleaned everything under the watchful eyes of my Ma, who instructed which new curtains should go up. New bed sheets, wares, vinyls on the kitchen floor… The entire house smelled new! We ate a traditional meal of stewed fish and provisions (dasheen, sweet potatoes, plantains) on Good Friday, indulged in hot crossed buns and treats, followed by the entire family sitting together to watch a movie on the crucifixion. The last bit of it always made me sad but by Sunday when we were watching movies on the resurrection, I got all goosebumps happy.
So many years later I am reminiscing on why Easter of all occasions ended as my favourite, and I considered what my upbringing had to do with my choice.
After every thing I have been through, I have learnt the meaning of hopelessness, then the meaning of renewed hope. I couldn’t learn one without the other. I had given up on life and I struggle with this every single day. But I was reminded of the key role my faith plays in guiding me through life’s storms.
Easter reminds me that we have hope. My hope rests in my faith and my God, and I hope you have this as well. When I think of the power of the resurrection and what it means, it renews my hope. This all powerful, all caring and seeing God, loves me and is on my side, then why should I worry or fear? I have made comebacks from things I shouldn’t have. Things that the laws we live by cannot explain. Then of course add living with chronic pain and other illnesses to that list, it isn’t easy at all.
Then I considered why we changed everything in our house to replace them with new items and what this signified. By the power of the cross and resurrection, we have been made new. He makes all things brand new.
My experience of hopelessness
Even as I struggle with my own demons, I fight in hope, as I live in hope. That is not to say some days I don’t feel hopelessness and despair. I am only human.
Life has been cruel but through it I have learnt many lessons that will never leave me. I kept crashing to rock bottom, and I was ready to depart this world. I shouldn’t be here but God has brought me back from the edge of a dark abyss. Unconscious for days in an ICU ward, twice in one year, it was only the prayers of loved ones that beckoned the hand of God to reach out and pull me up, out of the darkness.
My Mama Claire always says ‘We have a hope, we live in hope.’ And the lessons of hopelessness and hope mould us into stronger beings able to withstand many tests and trials.Out of these misfortunes, come amazing achievements, when we find our limits higher than expected, along with a realisation of our true abilities and talents.
I don’t usually write about my faith in this way but I was really moved to share this with you. Flowers grow from tiny seeds, then they wilt and die and when the season is right they grow again. Our seasons of weeping and pain will come to an end, then we will have seasons of immense joy.
We cannot live without hope.
Whatever your beliefs, I hope you have a wonderful Easter and that you find renewed hope in this season.
Gentle Hugs 🙂
“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love” KJ Bible