Today is Easter, and today I am celebrating the most wonderful eucatastrophe.
Eucatastrophes are the best part of every fairy tale. They happen after everything has gone terribly wrong, and then, in a sudden turn of events, everything is made right again.
In The Jesus Storybook Bible, Sally Lloyd Jones writes, “No, the Bible isn’t a list of rules, or a book of heroes. The Bible is most of all a Story. It’s an adventure story about a young Hero who comes from a far country to win back his lost treasure. It’s a love story about a brave Prince who leaves his palace, his throne–everything–to rescue the one he loves. It’s like the most wonderful of fairy tales that has come true in real life!"
The eucatastrophe I am celebrating is the resurrection of Jesus.
This morning, Dad read Mark 16 after breakfast, and then I showered. As the water washed over me, I listened to His Heart Beats by Andrew Peterson, and the blood of Jesus cleansed me where the soap and water couldn't reach.
Afterwards, I walked outside to pick daffodils, only to feel the coldness of winter again and to see snow falling. We're still living under the winter’s terrible grip, and not just in regard to the weather. I spent the rest of my Easter morning filling up my pill boxes for the week and then went back to bed and fell asleep because of the fatigue my illness causes. And many people are facing the reality of this winter much more so than me–every day there are headlines of the war in Ukraine and of too many other things there is not time to mention.
And yet, even as I felt the snow landing on my hair and remembered the pain of this present world, my heart rejoiced because of the hope within me. If Christ had not been raised from the dead, my faith would be futile, but because Christ did rise, I have every reason to rejoice (1 Corinthians 15:14-20).
Because He has washed my sins away, I am whiter than snow. Because the tomb is empty, my heart is full.
Alleluia! He is risen. He is risen indeed! Happily ever after is no myth for those who believe.