Jon Marq Toombs
31 March 2016

I wrote a reflection on Good Friday here, so now I want to write a quick reflection on Easter Sunday.

It was ten years ago on Easter Sunday that I started preaching for this congregation. For better or worse, I have been the primary messenger ever since. (It just struck me that my children have spent most of their Christian life in this church!) Together, we have witnessed faithfulness and unfaithfulness embodied in the people who have been part of this congregation. And we have witnessed life and death and life again by the Spirit of Christ.

Anyways, this Easter started off like many others. Grey skies and light drizzle threatened to move our egg hunt indoors. Tables were set for breakfast, coffee was brewing, donuts were out, plates were stacked, but very few people were there. We braced for a let down, but suddenly, everyone seemed to showed up all at once. There were tamales, lasagna Azteca, biscuits and jelly, egg casseroles, sopapilla cheesecakes, bacon, and lots of other breakfast foods. Plenty for all. After breakfast we rolled back the cafeteria tables, adjusted a few chairs, took a moment of silence, and worshiped the Risen Lord Jesus Christ. After worship we greeted families and friends who were visiting while our teenagers hid and scattered eggs out in the lawn. Blue skies and sunshine treated the kids as they ran to and fro collecting eggs. Pictures taken, chairs stowed, trash dumped, we headed home to rest and relax on the Lord’s Sabbath. At my house we spent all afternoon with several families. We had a cross-cultural menu of traditional ham and all the sides and pork tacos and all the sides. We sipped coffee and ate desserts. Adults dozed on the couches while the kids played outside and the teens played Mario Kart. Laughter filled the air. I am convinced that the best things in life cannot be captured in a photograph or calculated with numbers. Sometimes “you just had to be there” is all that anyone can say. Easter Sunday was like that for me. It was a beautiful day — a glorious expression of the life-giving power of the resurrection!

Ten Easters and counting. I am so grateful and honored to be a part of this mission outpost. Our little colony of heaven on earth knows by experience what it means to die and rise in union with Christ. So, “forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, we press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.” Here’s to the next ten Easters!