Easter

This has been an exceptional Easter season.

I spent the week before Holy Week in Memphis with four grandchildren! The other grandmother and I had decided that it would probably take the two of us to keep up with them. Little did we know… A lethal (though 24-hour) stomach virus struck the two older children the night their parents left, and then I came down with it a couple of days later. But we survived! The children were sweet and fun and good, in spite of the bug, and I loved the time with them.

But that’s not entirely why this Easter was particularly meaningful. A few weeks ago, one of my granddaughters was tentatively diagnosed with what might be a serious, degenerative vision problem. My son and his wife were advised to take her to someone who specializes in such diseases in children, and so they did. I spent much of Holy Week in prayer for my grandchild and her parents, as did lots of other folks—friends, family, even strangers reached through various prayer lists and chains. Our prayers were answered. The specialist my granddaughter saw in Cleveland, Ohio, last Wednesday saw no evidence of the original diagnosis. None.

I believe we may have witnessed a miracle. There is no logical explanation for the dramatic improvement in her sight, the disappearance of the “signs” that so alarmed the first doctors who saw her. Whatever happened was out of our hands, no matter how much we hurt or wanted to help her.  I will take our “miracle” with a grateful heart.

So this Easter was truly remarkable. Like the women at the tomb, I have moved from despair to joy and relief. I have come to a new understanding: every day that I wake is its own resurrection, ripe with possibility.

My son ended his email to friends detailing the outcome of the visit to the doctor in Cleveland—after his precious child’s reprieve from what seemed to be the brink of disaster—with the words, “We serve the God of resurrection.” What is most significant, it seems to me, is that I believe his response would have been the same even if her prognosis had been different, because he believes in the power of the risen Christ to strengthen us and make us whole in the midst of suffering. We serve, no matter what.

Resurrection? Indeed. Expectation. Possibility. Even miracles. Alleluia!

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