My young neighbor asked me which day was Easter. She had been told it was Monday by one person and Sunday by another. I told her it was definitely Sunday and showed her on my desk calendar where it was written down under the date. Later I got to thinking–why is Easter not Saturday. You know, the seventh day? Or Monday? Or Tuesday? Why Sunday?
I’m not a theologian but it occurred to me that Sunday is the first day of the week and Jesus rising from the dead on Sunday is like God telling us it’s a new beginning, a new life (if we want it). It’s a new day like the very first day when the universe began.