Pinterst is deceiving. Instagram and Facebook are equally wrought with false hopes and photo-shopped realities. Sunday morning church, even Easter Sunday, can leave us feeling less than and outdone. Less than what? Outdone by whom? Less than and outdone by every other sinner out there; every other mother saved by grace who posts the pretty side of life's long days? Out crafted, out dressed, out done by other helpless but not hopeless women; mothers, wives, home-makers?
If your home-made resurrection eggs were a cracked mess of imperfection, that's why we are all so aware of our need for His perfection in our lives! Praise Him! And if your resurrection buns did not open, though you followed the recipe again this year, the Lord still worked His miracle over death and rolled away the true stone that tried to keep Him captive. Praise Him!
If you dressed your little darlings in matching smocked dresses and over-alls, planed out their color coordinated egg hunt, cooked a healthy breakfast (to compensate for all the sugar delights in those plastic eggs), only to lose your temper and make your mascara run on the way to church... You did not ruin your family's Easter, or mine, though I heard you blubbering a few seats down in the pew. You are a perfect picture of the cross! You are the gospel! You are Christmas, Good Friday and Easter all rolled into one. You are the reason Christ came to earth! You are the reason He died. And Love for you is the reason He rose again!
If you burned the ribs, undercooked the corn bread, and over-cooked the asparagus till it was a pile of mush on each guest's plate, rest assured that your ability to smile and love and bless the name of Jesus regardless of your lack of perfection, is also a picture of heaven to come. Heaven, where there are no more tears, failures, or lost tempers.
Our Savior will hold the banquet on the other side of glory... and His banner over us will be love forevermore! And He will not be posting the glory side of things to Instagram, because in an instance every eye shall see and every knee shall bow, when such glorious perfection is revealed. Praise Him!
Oh, what a gift those failed Pinterest crafts are! What a blessed gift our mothering moments of failure are as well — though we'd prefer not have them on the holiest of holidays! But take hold of those failures with assurance in the One who we gather together each Sunday to worship. However else would we learn to boast only in Jesus, had our creative little tombs, planted two weeks ago with grass seeds, grown to perfection and not crumbled as your centerpiece. Did you think your holiness could be found in your perfection. Only His!
My favorite posts on Facebook this Easter were not pictures of perfection, but real life living, imperfect need, and light hearted understanding... Thank you, Lori, for this perfect example of real.
And, Becky, when you captioned the picture of your children with this statement, "Nothing like trying to get a picture of your kids to remind you how much we need a Savior."
We all groaned, "Yes...."
Please know that I moved away the mess in my kitchen when I staged these darling pictures of Asher rolling the Marshmallow Jesus in butter, cinnamon and sugar, and wrapped Him in his Pillsbury tomb. Know that as our ressurection buns cooked I peeked to see if they were really opening, miraculously. The two rolls that were not popping open, I prodded with a toothpick. Yes I did, though I didn't post pictures of it! And you cannot hear the fight my middle and oldest children were having in the next room — the fight I ignored to snap these holy pictures, meant to "encourage" you.
Do not be deceived, dear moms of young children. No blogging mom, neighbor, or acquaintance at church who seems to have it all together, is perfect. Perfectly flawed, maybe, but not perfect.
Today was Easter; the resurrection celebration of new life, real life, His life, our life, forever life with Him. Nothing you perfectly craft will get you half an inch nearer His holy heart. Nothing you can wear, or dress your family in, releases more Holy Spirit into your home or our world today. Nothing but humility and love and truth and tears and laughter each day, celebrating Him.
"He is risen," you can scrawl it masterfully on a chalk board or scribble it on your child's inexpensive paper napkin, or confess it in a breathy confession in your weakness. It is forever truth, regardless of how beautiful you can craft it. Powerful, rolling the stone away power, rising up from the grave truth. Sure we try to capture it with a craft and celebrate it with a meal, and photograph it in matching attire... but it is all about His perfection.
And out short comings this holiday, only remind us of that. Glory be!