My Feelings of Easter

I know there are many people who read this blog that are not of the same faith as me, but I know we all share similar truths about Jesus Christ, and who he was. One truth that I believe in as a member of The church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is that Christ lives, that he is an actual being, and that he was resurrected. It is so perfect that the holiday we celebrate as Easter happens in the spring when everything outside comes back to life in beautiful color.

This week as I have been pondering on the events that took place leading up to the death and atonement of Christ I have felt very humbled. How did he do it? How did he have that much love to go through all the pain and agony for each one of us? It is hard for me to wrap my mind around one being, who was the only perfect being to live on the earth, and who had so much love for man kind and for God that he would atone for the sins of the world. Yet in the end we know and believe that after three days of darkness he arose and was alive (Mathew 28:6-9).

Today I was talking to Olivia about Jesus. We have had several lessons at FHE about Jesus. Be it his birth, stories of his life, the atonement, his death on the cross, and the ressurection. For some reason the part that always really stands out to her, or at least the part she seems to talk about on an almost daily basis is the fact that he died on a cross.

The term resurrection is hard for anyone to understand, let alone a three year old, but today as I was reading the book, "Easter Walk" to her something clicked. As usual as we went through the humbling and sobering section of the book that shows pictures of Gethsemane and Golgotha, Olivia was very quiet and serious. And as usual, she looked very sad, when we talked about the way Jesus was treated before he died (Mark 15:17). "Mom, was Jesus sad?" "Why did he bleed?" "Were those guys not very nice to him?" "Why were they mean to him?".

Finally when we got to the bright page with the picture of an empty tomb with the stone rolled away from it, Olivia's eyes lit up. She stopped sucking on her blanket in the somber matter which she had been doing and she leaned forward towards the book.

"After three days of darkness the sun came out again, and so did Jesus and he was alive", said I.

Olivia smiled.

"How do you feel Liv?" I asked.

With a sweet expression on her face which I wish I could have captured she said

"I feel good mom".

Hopefully her impression today will last and that Christ's death will not be the only thing she thinks about when she thinks about her Savior. It is the knowledge of the resurrection of Jesus Christ that I like to think about most. That he lives and loves us, and that he is leading His church on the earth today.

May your thoughts be turned to Him on this Easter Sunday.