If you're a contributing member of society, or if you're at least contributed to in society, then you probably know that this past weekend was a pretty big deal to the non-orthodox Christian portion of the aforementioned society. Sunday was Easter, the day that we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ with an egg-laying bunny, as well as ham and scalloped potatoes (if you're in the "my immediate family" portion of society). Lemme tell you what that means to me:
Easter is the third day of a Triduum, which begins on Holy Thursday, when Jesus was arrested, and including Good Friday, when Jesus was convicted and then died for our sins (not tragedies). Then, on Easter, Jesus rises from the dead. There's a whole lot about that whole story and everything that happened there and symbolism and other stuff like that, but I don't want to get into all of that because it has nothing to do with what I'm talking about.
All you need to know is this scripture verse:
"Jesus answered them, 'Destroy this temple, and I will raise it again in three days.'" - John 2:19
It's a metaphor for Easter, but more importantly, it's a lesson for absolutely everybody, including the non-christian and non-religious portions of society: A LOT CAN HAPPEN IN THREE DAYS.
Now that we're getting into April, we're getting dangerously close to the three year anniversary of the worst day of my life. April 14, 2010 was one of those just plain awful days where everything goes wrong. It was the culmination of a particularly crappy month, and ended up being a snapping point for my mental stability. I hit a low that I've never returned to, and it absolutely wrecked me. It even carried over to the next day. That next day was another AWFUL day, just throwing my emotions all over the place. The day after that was just as bad, and I was beginning to wonder why I was even trying anymore.
The day after that, Saturday, April 17, 2010 was one of the best days I've had in my entire life.
All it took was three days for everything to completely turn around.
That's why, when I was having mental breakdowns three days ago because of how stressful Monday and Tuesday were going to be, I was able to calm down. Because I knew that everything would be better on the third day, Wednesday.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that Jesus just takes 3 days to respond to our emails (but seriously dude, get broadband or something), and I'm not saying that all of your problems are just going to disappear in 3 days. I'm saying that if things are going wrong, the best thing to do is wait. Time has a way of healing you and bringing you back to life.
And for those of us who are religious, just remember: The body has been called a temple of the Holy Spirit. You are a temple. So if you're ever feeling completely destroyed, just remember:
Jesus can rebuild a temple in just three days.
HAPPY 50 DAYS OF EASTER!
