Hope Is Alive

Faith Family Grace

“Why are you looking among the dead for someone who is alive? He isn’t here. He is Risen from the dead!” Luke 24:6-7

Sometimes, I doubt. I walk into tombs of hope and see none.

Just like the women who prepared the spices to anoint Christ, I have the best intentions when I do something from my heart. But, just like them, I also have to be reminded of what God has already said to me.

“Remember what he told you back in Galilee…Then they remembered that he had said this. So they rushed back from the tomb to tell his eleven disciples – and everyone else – what had happened.” Luke 24: 6-9

We call today Dia de Pascua. Easter. We break cascarones on each others heads, each hollowed egg signifying the empty tomb. And we forget.  Our celebration of the resurrection becomes more about egg hunting, rabbit emulating, and baskets filled with chocolate covered bunnies and bunny shaped peeps.

We forget. I forget.

It becomes more about eggs and a bunny than about the hope that rose for us and ascended to heaven while he blessed us.

“While he was blessing them, he left them and was taken up to heaven.” Luke 24:51

I’m guilty of celebrating an empty egg and not an empty tomb.


Photo belongs to: Presley’s Pantry

Where is the hope in celebrating if we don’t believe?

Hope is alive. Hope came back and is among us. We must reach for it, serve with it, celebrate with it, and pass it on to each other.

Today, I want to celebrate the empty tomb. I will crack cascarones and let the confetti litter my hair with festive colors that upon shaking my head, make their way to the floor with slow elegance. When I witness the colors of confetti adorning the spaces around me, I will remember how his love adorns all the spaces within me and around me.

He is why I serve.

He is why today many will gather with their families to celebrate life.

He is our hope.

He is alive.

He is risen.