Easter Sunday confronts us with a truth we often overlook: we have been given far more than we deserve.
And yet, ungratefulness comes so naturally. We get used to grace. We forget how much we've received. We expect love as if it’s owed. We treat people’s sacrifices as routine. We focus on what’s missing instead of what’s been provided. It’s not always out of malice—sometimes we’re simply distracted, tired, or too busy to notice.
But Easter pulls us out of that fog. It invites us to look again. A man who was dead is alive. The tomb is empty. The impossible has happened—and not for show, but for us. Suddenly, everything we’ve taken for granted feels different. The kindness of others. The strength to keep going. The quiet mercies of an ordinary day. All of it—a gift.
Gratitude isn’t about pretending life is perfect. It doesn’t deny pain or loss. But it refuses to let disappointment blind us to grace. Gratitude says, "I see what’s been done for me. I see who stood by me. I see what I almost missed."
Today, Easter Sunday, we’re invited to respond not with indifference but with awe. To resist the pull of entitlement and choose thankfulness instead. To say, with our words and with our lives: I didn’t earn this, but I receive it with joy.
Christ is risen. And in His rising, we find the courage to be grateful again.
