“The story of Easter is the story of God’s wonderful window of divine surprise.”
— Carl Knudsen
It’s possible to hope with complete assurance for something, and still be delightfully surprised when you get more than you asked for. That’s how Christmas morning often felt to me in childhood– the anticipation, though great, never quite captured the magic of what we saw when we rushed downstairs before dawn. It’s also how I felt when our sons were born. No matter how much I imagined we would love them, it didn’t come close to the joy of actually holding them and seeing them face to face.
Thus it is that we can live a life of deep faith and steadfast trust, and still we cannot begin to imagine what lies ahead. As promised in I Corinthians 2:9, we wait in confident expectation for things we are now unable to fathom: for the miracle of divine surprise.
This post was first published on Saturday, the day before Easter Sunday, 2013. I read it again now, seven years and too many heartbreaks later, scarcely daring to hope for good news as the morbidity and mortality numbers continue to climb all over the world. Yet stubbornly, I still do hope– for what, I’m not exactly sure anymore. But that’s the whole point of surprise, isn’t it? Believing in the reality of what we wait and hope for, though it is beyond our ability to imagine.