I stepped into our cozy, dorm-room shower this morning anticipating its usual, wonderful solar-hot water. By the time I was head-to-toe wet, it soaked into my brain: “This water is COLD!” Then I started my familiar rant: “Nothing is predictable here. Things are always falling apart. It’s bad enough that we have to put toilet paper in a bin next to the toilet instead of flushing it; can’t we just have hot water!” And on and on. And then it hit me. Easter is kind of like a Cold Shower–in a good way. The shock comes. The stone is rolled away. The tomb is empty. Christ is Risen! Resurrection happens. It’s not what we were expecting.
Much of my walk with Jesus has been like a cold shower: skin-chilling surprises, mind-altering ahas, life-spinning learnings…. I do not have a warm and cushy walk with Jesus. I come kicking and screaming, like I was born–feet first. I need a bucket of icy water thrown at me. The cold shower shatters my expectations and leads to the new, the shock, the wakeup call to something completely different than I imagine.
Hallelujah, Alleluia! Christ is risen!
From the Land of the Holy One