In this time of quarantine, it’s easy to lose track of time, of days, of events.
While nothing about these days are consistent, I do find myself in a routine of managing the day…my quiet time with God, figuring out when and what to work on, getting outside when the weather is nice to soak in God’s beauty. It’s different every day, but it’s my version of a daily routine.
And the world keeps going on outside of our bubbles. I watch the news sparingly and yet enough to keep up with what I need to. Technology allows the opportunity to visit with friends and family to hear about changes in their life.
This week I am remembering….it’s Easter.
In years past, I would be preparing for Easter by being involved in church activities for Holy week. There would be washing of feet on Thursday evening along with a last supper meal with my community of friends and family. The three days leading up to Easter Sunday were what helped give that Sunday Mass its meaning.
Easter was always a very meaningful and blessed time for me and the last several years after losing my dad and sister, it has become an even more meaningful time of the year. I think when you lose someone to Heaven, the realization of what Easter is, becomes even more precious.
As I sit here thinking about it today, thinking of how being taken out of the routine can almost leave me not realizing this weekend is Easter, it occurred to me that Holy Thursday, Good Friday, Holy Saturday and Easter Sunday should be treated as days that could fall on any week of the year. I should be ready… in servant mode… so even if the day snuck up on me I would be ready to celebrate His resurrection.
I can be praising, honoring and preparing for that day every day. I can always find ways to serve. I need to always be aware of acting as His hands and feet.
I was reading the story of Jesus’ first miracle, when He changed the water into wine at the wedding. The part of the story I never really thought about before is that the guests didn’t know about the miracle, but the SERVANTS did. They trusted this man who told them to fill their jugs with water, and they trusted when they were told to pour the liquid into the waiting cups of the guests.
They trusted Jesus. They served others as they were instructed to do. And they saw the miracle of something plain and bland turning into something colorful and rich. Jesus could have performed the miracle of turning water into wine, but no one would have known if there was no one to serve it to the people.
When we are servants, we see the miracles.
When we serve, the miracles are poured out to others.
We are water. We become wine in the moment we serve. We are unqualified, but He qualifies us if we step out in faith.
This man, this son of God who was sacrificed for our sins… who walked the long road with thorns on His head and a cross on His back… this man who humbled Himself to serve with His life as an offering for the sins we had yet to commit…
He did all of that so we could live.
He took the water of our lives and made us wine. He turned us from something bland into something colorful and rich.
And the only way the world will know about it is if we choose to be His servants. If we choose to pour out the miracle of His resurrection to those who are thirsty, waiting with their empty cups.
I may lose track of the days during this time. I pray I don’t lose sight of my role as a servant. He sacrificed too much for me to not pay attention.
Love and Easter blessings,