Easter Reflections

On this Easter Sunday, I’m struck by the preciousness of life despite its complexity, the worth of a soul despite some contentious people in my path these days, and the overwhelming power of God’s love and truth.

As CS Lewis said in his famous trilemma, ‘Liar, Lunatic or Lord’ — you can’t just call Jesus a good moral teacher. His claims were too great, too outrageous and supernatural. Either he was lying, was crazy — or he was right. And a day like today is as good a day as any to visit — or to revisit — his life and words, and decide for ourselves what we think. Personally, when I do so I am transformed — and relieved — by the purposeful love, sacrifice and forgiveness behind everything he did and said, and how applicable his wisdom is to me each day.

Right now around me, I see such joy — a friend marrying her long last love; my long-awaited baby goddaughter/niece’s first Easter; the blessings of my own kids, amid dealing with difficult classmates at school; and my noble husband, always seeking the right despite his many work stresses and unethical competitors…

And also I see such heart-rending challenge — a favorite young teacher with late-stage cancer; a friend with an ill child; another in a marriage troubled with addiction; health challenges all around; my local church divided by intense factions; conflicts within volunteer organizations; compatriots suffering around the world for their faith or ethnicity.

And yet there is Hope.

This day reminds me of my own people’s sacrifice – The Armenian Genocide of 1.5 million Armenians by Ottoman Turkey in 1915, commemorated on April 24 each year and having its 100th anniversary this year. Despite Turkey’s denial, more countries and institutions are acknowledging the truth of history than ever before and honoring the legacy of our ancestors, who died instead of giving up their faith, or their hope that their people would survive. And we did.

So much to be mindful of today — yet I’m resting in the fact that there is true Victory, because of Today.

As a character of mine says (a line I feel I cannot take credit for because of the inspiration out of nowhere that blew it onto a page one day): “Love who you can, while you can.”

And allow the Greatest of Loves to ease your heart today.

“He is not here; He is risen, just as he said!” — Matthew 28:6

Happy Easter.

This post originally appeared on Easter 2015.


What’s in a Name…


The kids and I made ornaments this weekend that I have a feeling will be favorites for a long time.

I saw a lovely and creative Christmas tree recently which, in addition to regular ornaments, had the various names for Jesus/God written on colorful, shaped paper. Simple and powerful words. So we did our own version on our tree this year.

Apparently, there are 100 such names in the Bible, all capturing a different quality or essence of God. Some, especially at this time of year, are very familiar: Immanuel, God with Us, King of Kings.

You can almost hear Handel’s Messiah, where the names soar forth in unison: “Wonderful! Counselor! The Mighty God! The Everlasting Father! The Prince of Peace…”

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The words are powerful. Christ’s 100 names, given by God, announced by angels and men alike, are a remarkable and comforting reminder of who he is — each one worth reflecting upon; and yet in his case even 100 names cannot capture all of who he is.

The 100 names also make me think of how we, as writers, often agonize over creating a name for the characters in our stories — something that gets their personality just right and subtly reflects their purpose in the story. Or coming up with the title of a work, which captures its spirit and core. So many possibilities…and we don’t want to mess it up. Do-overs are not really an option.

Similarly, I think of parents, carefully reading through name books or making lists to select their baby’s name — something which will be part of their identity for life. We want it to be empowering but not too limiting, right? Does that one sound too heavy? Is this too easy to mispronounce? Too long?

Or when a scientist discovers a cell or a star, a protein or a process; or when an inventor creates a new gadget or patent. What to name the thing that’s going to be one’s legacy? In textbooks and registries for decades to come?!

It’s not easy to name something. Scripture and literature, from Adam to Romeo and beyond, are full of references to the power and burden of names and naming. Maybe if we could have 100 names it would be easier too!

But one thing that all of these situations have in common is that it is a privilege to be the one who gets to name something. Or to title something. It is a heralding, a cementing-in of meaning.

The next time we name or title something, we can remember what a special opportunity it is. The words we choose are not only a reflection of what we are naming — they are a reflection of us as well.

Like the Virginia Woolf quote I saw mentioned on Twitter recently:
“If your life was a book title, what would it be?”