The Winter Olympics are all about the dazzling leaps into the frosty air. At least that's how it seems to someone like me, who has never tried snow sports. As we've tuned into Vancouver this week, I've been impressed by how much work goes into setting up for the big tricks. I watch in awe as the commentators show us how the exact placement of a ski or board or skate changes the athlete's speed and balance and makes the difference between a gorgeous flip and a clumsy sprawl on the ground.
The mystery of Easter has all the thrill of lifting off the ground and twirling through the air. This celebration of our new life with God is coming, just the other side of muddy March. And how we prepare for it, how we place our feet on this downhill run of a season, will make a difference. The question is not whether it will come - we do not need to earn this grace or make it happen. The question is whether we will be ready to receive it, whether our hearts will be in the right place to truly feel Christ rising in us.
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