Looking Forward to the Monday After Easter
Monday is perhaps the most forgetful day of the week. So much of life is spent with this escapist drive toward the weekend, thinking those two days will fulfill every need and dream. More sleep. More time to work on those assignments. A chance to have clean clothes again. Time with people I like. Time with God.
Then Monday rolls around.
“How was your weekend?” someone asks. My mind goes blank.
You prepare your heart in anticipation of Easter. You reflect on the cross and its significance. You feel the long, heavy pause between Good Friday and Easter Sunday — waiting for the discovery of an empty grave and a risen Savior. And then it comes. He comes!
And then it’s Monday.
<strong>A New Normal</strong>
The temptation is to treat Easter like it’s an ending. The eggs have all been found, Jesus is risen, you went to church, and now it’s back to “normal life.”
But nothing was normal after Jesus.
Easter was a revolution. It was the day after which nothing was the same ever again. When a man who claims to be God rises from the dead, “business as usual” isn’t a thing.
Easter isn’t just a time to pause and reflect on some nice truths forgotten about the rest of the year. It is the entire crux of the Christian faith. It is the only reason for hope.
<strong>A New Life</strong>
If there was ever a time for significant life changes, it should be the Monday after Easter.
Because Easter is a beginning, not an ending.
It’s THE beginning, the fresh start all hearts long for. It isn’t about fluffy bunnies and pastel colors — it’s about the radical death, relentless love and revolutionary power of God.
The cross, the empty grave and the resurrected Jesus not only give a reason to hope for change, they give the power to change. Rather than us trying to change from our own efforts, the resurrection changes you.
In Romans 8 (English Standard Version), Paul says: “If the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, He who raised Christ Jesus from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through His Spirit who dwells in you.”
And in 2 Corinthians 5:17 (ESV), “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.”
My identity is not in the choices I make or what I accomplish, but in who Christ’s resurrection has made me to be.
<strong>A New People</strong>
The life of the disciples after meeting the resurrected Jesus reminds me of this.
“On the evening of that day, the first day of the week, the doors being locked where the disciples were for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood among them and said to them, ‘Peace be with you.’ When He had said this, He showed them His hands and His side. Then the disciples were glad when they saw the Lord.” (John 20:19-20, ESV).
It was the first day of the week. The disciples had locked themselves away out of fear. Everything Jesus had taught, everything He had said or done — it all seemed like a distant memory now.
These disciples appear again in Acts 4, preaching to the Jewish leaders they had been hiding from.
“Now when they saw the boldness of Peter and John, and perceived that they were uneducated, common men, they were astonished. And they recognized that they had been with Jesus” (Acts 4:13, ESV).
Something happened in that locked room that radically transformed them from fearful, anxious men into witnesses who would not be silenced, would not be ashamed, would not stop sharing what Jesus had done — even at the cost of their own lives.
The resurrection was everything for them. The cross had been the death of everything they had hoped or believed was true. But it wasn’t the final end. It was only the end of who they had been, and it was the beginning of who they truly were meant to be. When Jesus came back to life, they came alive.
As I sat on the floor at church yesterday, I closed my eyes and prayed, “Jesus, don’t let me forget. Please don’t let me forget.” Because I know Monday is coming.
