Tim, a good friend of mine, sent me a text message early this Easter morning. It read, “Happy Easter! Wonderful service this morning.” An obvious good natured jab at my previous blog post, Is It Sacrilege, where I considered the idea of not attending church on Easter Sunday, and my reasons for why I might not do so. My response to Tim was, “Happy Easter! I’m sure it was. Also a wonderful time with family.” Counter jab.
Since deciding to stay home on Easter morning, I’ve had that oft asked and occasionally overused Christian phrase running through my head. You know the one I’m talking about; What would Jesus do? Actually it’s a little known fact that the original phrase used to be; What would Jesus do if He were in your sandals? However, WWJDIHWIYS was too long to print on a bracelet, and not as catchy, so someone wisely shortened it to WWJD.
Here’s the thing about that question, sometimes it’s really easy to answer, and sometimes it’s not. For instance, last fall when I was raking leaves that had fallen off of my neighbors trees into my yard, I toyed with the idea of going to the garage, firing up the blower and sending those leaves back onto the property from whence they came. But before I did that, I asked myself what Jesus would do, and I got the correct answer right away. So, instead of grabbing the blower I grabbed a lawn bag and picked up the leaves. That was an easy one because I just couldn’t envision Jesus getting ticked at his neighbor over a few thousand leaves, after all, they’re pretty light. But this attending Easter service thing falls into one of those grey areas and to be honest I don’t have any idea what Jesus would do in this case. Would He be like my friend Tim and attend church, be treated to a few trumpet solos, numerous Halleluiahs and a fine sermon? Or would He be like me, stay home, enjoy watching my grandson develop his newly found talent of single handedly spearing his breakfast casserole with a plastic spork, then to thunderous applause from his mom, uncle, and grandparents, demonstrate his skill at perfectly guiding his sippy cup into the sippy cup holder on his high chair, and finally, as a family, say a prayer and read Matthew’s account of the resurrection?
Tim chose church and I chose home. I don’t know if one of those choices was better than the other, and I certainly don’t know which of those choices, if either, Jesus would have made. Maybe He would have done all of those things simultaneously just because He can, but Tim and I didn’t have that option, so we had to make a decision. We both did what we felt would honor Him, and I’m hopeful that He approves of both.
What choice did you make this Easter? Are you happy with that choice? Did you take a moment to thank Him for the sacrifice He made for you? If you did, then I think you got it right. After all, That’s what Jesus would do if He were in your sandals.