On the Day of the Lord—the day that God makes everything right, the day that everything sad comes untrue—on that day the same thing will happen to your own hurts and sadness. You will find that the worst things that have ever happened to you will in the end only enhance your eternal delight. On that day, all of it will be turned inside out and you will know joy beyond the walls of the world. The joy of your glory will be that much greater for every scar you bear. So live in the light of the resurrection and renewal of this world, and of yourself, in a glorious, never-ending, joyful dance of grace. – from Kings Cross by Tim Keller
Interestingly and possibly a little sad for our family is that this is our third Easter away from family and away from our home culture in the United States. We did not dye eggs last night. We did not hide them and seek them today. And perhaps the strangest part is that our kids did not mention it a bit. They did not talk about egg hunts or candy. I don’t know if they even remembered, and they certainly did not miss them. I think I missed it all, and I think I was a little sad that they did not. What we did do is have a breakfast with all the missionaries. Then the mission invited all the local (very small) churches in our town to come together for an Easter service celebration at the school. The service ended with a foot washing as the missionaries washed the feet of the people we are here to serve. This is indeed a symbolic act, as most of us are not looked on as servants. We hold a place of esteem in our community as teachers, doctors, and frankly “white” people. It is an undeserved honor, but it is the way it is. So the missionaries washed the feet of those we came to serve. It is not the step down of humility it was for Jesus. He truly was more than his disciples while we are equal with those whose feet we were washing; yet hopefully it was picture of who Jesus was and is. And hopefully if demonstrated how we want to be seen in Curahuasi.
Here is the text of my Easter sermon. It was not exactly this word for word, but it was pretty close.
Carb loading before preaching. You need to be ready to bring it, and you don’t want to hit the wall in the middle of the sermon.
“My name is Will Caire, and I am a doctor at the hospital. My wife is Allison, and I have four kids David, Peter, Annie, and Sarah. I thought I would never be asked to preach, because I don’t have the ability to do it in Spanish. But Jens checked with Damaris and she said I could preach in English. Then I thought to myself, I will get it over with now, and after everyone has heard me they will never ask me to do it again. So here goes. Continue reading →
Before writing further, I want to recognize that I have lots of cultural and personal blind spots. Furthermore, when any person or group decides to celebrate any tradition one way, they will inevitably miss out on the pros of doing it another way. This is just a little Santa Semana ruminating.
Yesterday morning we went to the local Catholic church to watch their Good Friday procession. They left the church with the statue of Jesus carried by four young men and a host of costumed Roman guards. Along the way they stopped for readings about the stations of the cross. A statue of Mary came out of a side street to meet Jesus along the road of the passion. Will and I both commented that it helps you to picture Jesus actually walking along a real street, carrying the cross, even though some of the other elements were distracting. Continue reading →