The toughest part of the Easter season is not giving up sweets for Lent. It's no going to church in the middle of the week, or putting up with member of your extended family who pinch your cheeks and comment on how tall you're getting. It's not even wearing that pastel-colored polo shirt, although, we feel your pain on that one.
Nope, the toughest part is somehow coming to grips with just exactly how much you need this day. The tough part of this season is cutting through the pastel Polo's and the candy eggs and even the church services themselves, and finding yourself with a clear picture of what exactly is taking place here.
Part of the problem -- scratch that: most of the problem -- is that you and I have a really tough time accepting just how badly we need this, because we don't like the truth of just how bad we've been. The truth of how far down the well we've fallen is hard, so we make believe we only need a little boost to get out. We never ask for that mile or so of rope we really need.
As this week ends, succumb to the truth that maybe, just maybe, Christ is already aware of your situation. He knows you need the rope, he's tossed it to you, he's even climbed down to help you climb. Your "falling" days can be old news; Easter is about the ascent.
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