Easter in the South is a funny thing. Pretty much everybody is in church Sunday morning. It’s a relatively true stereotype that Easter and Christmas are the two days in the year when everybody is in church whether they want to be or not. We actually didn’t go this year (I know; shocking). Part of it was that we still haven’t found a church we want to call home, and part of it was that after working til almost 4 in the morning two nights in a row at my second job I was ready to sleep. So my only exposure to the whole Easter Sunday church thing was through my Facebook feed, where it seemed like everybody, whether they live down here in the South or back up north in Canada, had this “He is risen!” status going on. The Resurrection of Jesus, if you believe in that sort of thing, is what Easter is all about for us as Christians and it was good to see everyone happy and celebrating.
Thing is, not everyone was celebrating. I follow a number of different groups and pages of people who have been hurt by us because of who they are. And on Easter Sunday, they were angry. Frustrated. Resentful. “Happy Zombie Day!” was about the most polite status I saw. It makes me sad… most of us as Christians have no idea these people exist. It’s all wonderful to celebrate Easter and post statuses about it and go to church and do what we’re supposed to do, but when it comes to actually engaging with the world around us, to actually responding to the hurt in this world (especially the hurt that we’ve caused), we… we don’t. We sit in our little bubbles and we offer to pray for people and then we go on about our day.
We have a problem. We’re supposed to be ambassadors for Christ and yet the only message we seem to be giving out to many people is that they don’t matter. They’re evil. They’re living in sin. What is it going to take for us to actually get to know these people? To love them for who they are and not for who we think they should be? What is it going to take?