He Called Us Worthy: A Breviarian Easter Reflection


Some days, faith feels like fire. Other days, it feels like you're just holding on. And then comes Easter—a day that reminds us that even our weakest yes is not wasted.

Because Jesus didn’t wait for us to be worthy. He made us worthy.

And this Resurrection story? It’s not just history. It’s ours.


Why Did Jesus Need to Suffer?

We ask this, not just out of theology, but sometimes out of confusion and pain.

"Lord, why the Cross? Why all that pain? Why not just wave Your hand and make things right?"

But here’s what we’re learning—through prayer, through the Breviary, through life:

1. Because Love Without Sacrifice Isn’t Real Love

Jesus didn’t suffer because He had no choice. He suffered because He wanted to show us how deep love can go.

The world today teaches us to love from a distance—to "love without getting involved," to "protect your peace" and stay comfortable. But Jesus didn’t love from afar. He didn’t stay in heaven and say, “Well, they sinned, let them suffer the consequences.”

No—He left heaven. He came down. He stepped into our mess.

He went out of His comfort zone, remained with us, suffered for us, and loved us when we were most unlovable. That’s real love.

Love without sacrifice is just convenience. But His love? It stayed, even when it hurt. It bled, so that we could heal.

2. Because Sin Is Heavy, and Mercy Isn’t Cheap

God could’ve snapped His fingers and wiped the slate clean. But what kind of love would that be if it cost Him nothing? Instead, He looked at our mess, our guilt, our shame—and said, "I’ll take it."

“By His wounds, we are healed.” (Isaiah 53:5)

Because sin is no light matter. Scripture reminds us:

"For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord." (Romans 6:23)

That’s why the sacrifice had to be great—no less than the Unblemished Lamb, the Son of God Himself.

3. Because He Wanted to Sit With Us in the Pain

Jesus didn’t just die for us. He walked through grief, betrayal, loneliness, even silence—with us. So when you cry, when you're hurting, when you feel forgotten—you can look at the Cross and know:

"I have a God who understands. I have a Savior who’s been there."


That Scene With Barabbas

We were watching The Passion of the Christ, and we reached the moment when the crowd chose Barabbas over Jesus. And BroA said:

"That’s when our worth was revealed."

Barabbas walked free...just like that.  Even the greatest sinner deserves freedom.   Jesus took his place.

Barabbas is us. And Jesus still said, "Yes, let them go free. I’ll take it."

Because to the Father, we are not just mistakes. We are children. Adopted, chosen, loved. And whatever the Son deserves, He wanted us to share in it. That’s Easter. That’s our worth.


And Yet, Sometimes We Still Don’t Feel It

Mary Magdalene was at the tomb. She saw the stone rolled away. She even saw Jesus—but didn’t recognize Him.

Until He said her name.

"Mary."

And suddenly, sorrow turned to mission.

Some of us may be like Mary today.  Blind to what is before us.

We’re showing up. But we don’t feel the fire. We’re still grieving. Still wondering.

But Easter is not about how we feel. It’s about what Jesus did.

And He still calls our name. Even in the quiet. Even in the numbness.

To be called by name means that He knows us. Intimately. Personally. And it means we are not just loved—we are called. Each one of us has a specific calling, a purpose to fulfill in this Resurrection story.


Why Easter Is the Greatest Feast

We’re Breviarians. And for us, Easter is indeed the greatest feast of our Church. That’s why we chose to do Easter Carols more, not just Christmas ones.

Because this isn’t just about the birth of a Savior— This is about the Victory of the Cross.

If Christ did not rise, then as St. Paul said:

“...your faith is futile and you are still in your sins... we are of all people most to be pitied.”
—1 Corinthians 15:17–19

Without the Resurrection, the Cross is just a tragedy.
The Mass becomes just a memorial.
Even the manger—while beautiful—remains just a beginning without an ending.

But Easter tells us:
The story didn’t end in death. It ended in victory.


About That Empty Tomb…

The tomb symbolized everything dark—death, finality, fear.

But when Jesus walked out of it, He didn't storm the gates like an action movie hero.
He took His time. Folded His burial cloths.
Like someone calmly checking out of a hotel.

Can you imagine that moment?
It’s like death had its dramatic monologue,
…and Jesus just stood up, folded His linens,
and said:
"I'm done here."

The heavy stone? Rolled away like it weighed nothing.
The guards? Knocked out cold.
The tomb? Left in total silence.
Because death tried to hold the King of Life… and it failed.

"...Christ Jesus, who has destroyed death and has brought life and immortality to light through the gospel." (2 Timothy 1:10)

He holds power even over death. And He walked out of that grave like a King.  


From the Heart of a Brev Child

This was the reaction of our youngest Brev, Xian, after watching The Passion of the Christ:

"I thought it was a sad movie. But He became alive again. It had a happy ending after all."

Such simple words, yet such deep truth. Easter is the happy ending we all needed—the one that makes sense of all the sorrow that came before.



Easter Is Thanksgiving

How do we respond to this kind of love?

We live in thanksgiving.
We sing. We serve. We proclaim.

Because this Resurrection isn’t just Jesus rising from the dead.
It’s about us rising too.

Rising from shame.
Rising from fear.
Rising from hopelessness.

So today, we don’t just shout Alleluia because we’re religious.
We shout Alleluia because we have been redeemed.



From All of Us 

To everyone who feels unworthy:
To everyone who’s still at the tomb:
To everyone who needs to hear their name again:

He is risen. And so is hope.

And you?

You were worth bleeding for.
You were worth dying for.
You are worth rising for.

Happy Easter, beloved.

From your Breviarian family.

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