This season always sneaks up on me. Always. 31 years old, and Easter always blindsides me and takes me out at the knees. There are a few reasons for this. An obvious reason is that life is busy, and more often than not, I am just trying to get by, which means I let the important things slip my mind. Couple that with the fact that Easter is dependent on when Passover occurs (I don't know how to determine when Passover is without a calendar).
Another reason, which is more sad than the last, is that Easter, while commercialized, is not nearly as commercialized as Christmas. Just sit and soak in that for a minute. I have a difficult time remembering the day the Church has set aside to remember Christ's resurrection because it's not as heavily exploited as a holiday whose meaning is diminished without the other. (That might be a terrible sentence.) I shouldn't need something like that to help me remember something that I claim to be the focus of my life.
Two things give me encouragement: 1. I didn't totally forget about Easter. I may not do something like Lent to help me focus in the days before Easter or read the Crucifixion accounts on my own, but I went to Maundy Thursday and Good Friday services. I didn't make plans to visit family, but I gathered with my church family this morning, and tonight I am having dinner with a friend. 2. While I may sometimes forget about God, he does not forget about me. Never has, and never will. He loved me first, and that is certainly worth remembering.
