Though your sins are like scarlet you will be white as snow, and today, on Easter, it snowed. Today it snowed giant Christmastime flakes and perhaps it was an attack on our fledgling spirits but it didn’t even faze us, there was just too much love in the room. Although my drive to my parents’ house was complicated by this Spring blizzard, the roads home tonight were clear and dry, and was there music? Yes, there was! Maybe you are dying to know what my first post-Lenten album was. I hadn’t given it too much thought before hand, and in the end my choice was predictable but nonetheless perfect: Sufjan Stevens, Come on Feel the Illinoise. After 47 days without playing music there is no lovelier way to welcome it back into your life than by listening to this album during a car trip. Was there Cherry Coke? I have to admit that there was, mainly for the sake of staying awake while driving. It felt a little weird to be drinking it again and I’d like to take that as a good sign, that maybe I’ve really kicked the habit (but I won’t make any presumptions here, not when it comes to Cherry Coke). But, all right, what is this Easter business really about? Why all the build up?
Though our sins are like scarlet we will be white as snow.
We sang a song in church this morning that I have always liked, but on Easter morning it seems extra fitting, especially the last two verses:
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow’r of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow’r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow’r of Christ I’ll stand.
– From “In Christ Alone” by Keith Getty and Stuart Townsend
He lives that we might also. White as snow!