Here we are on Easter Sunday – a glorious day in the church year. A day accompanied by beautiful flowers, by brassy hymns (praise the Lord with the sound of trumpet) – a day accompanied by the retelling of a familiar story of hope and joy. The grave is empty – death could not keep him. Jesus Christ is risen. He is risen indeed. Hallelujah.
But this morning I’m going to do something that may seem a little odd at first. I’m going to ask you to think ahead. To think beyond this moment of celebration and music – to think forward to Monday morning. I have a feeling that a good number of us, when we wake up on Monday morning, don’t exactly know what it means that Jesus is risen from the dead. Monday morning is generally a day to go back to work; Monday is a day we’re back into our routine; Monday is a day we’re back to the relationships and activities and tedium of life. What does resurrection mean, on Monday morning?