Every Easter, I am hit with the impulse to draw the comparison between, Charlie emerging from her Crate and Jesus leaving His tomb. And every Easter, I refrain on the grounds that I feel that it borders on the sacrilegious, at least as far as I’m concerned.
But I will say this: much has been said about Zach and I opening the door to Charlie’s crate. But what’s the worse that could have happened if things had not went as desired? We could have went upon our way. But Jesus doesn’t open our crates from the outside, but from the inside; He willingly shared our fate with each of us.
And if you’re not a believer, that is your right; we are all free moral agents and must choose our own paths. But pause and consider this: even if Jesus was simply a historical figure and not the Son of God, at the very least He lived a life to which we should all emulate:
He lived a life in a wicked world to show us that it could be done.
We be of one blood, ye and I
