Tony Miltenberger is a husband, father, and follower of Christ. He is currently serving as the lead pastor at Restoration Church Centerville, ohio.

Confessions of My First Easter

Can I confess something to you? Lately, I feel as if  I can’t pray enough, that no amount of time talking to the Lord is going to be enough. My heart has been yearning for more and more time. I find that during this season all I can do is pray and pray and pray.

The season isn’t anxiety over failure, or even worries over what might happen. Rather, it is a deep feeling of stewardship. Stewardship, or the belief that God has entrusted me with something special, is all centered on what is about to happen in just a couple of weeks: Easter.

This will be my first-ever Easter sermon. In a lot of ways, I imagine it feels like the Super Bowl. Lots of nerves, lots of hopes, and lots of excitement that we get to show up in the biggest celebration of the whole year.

Like I said, it isn’t nerves, but it feels as if I’ve been given an opportunity through God’s grace to do something special. Easter is one of those rare moments that cause people who don’t normally come to show up in church. Easter is one of those days that gives us a chance to remind people of the hope that comes with Jesus.

The best part about Easter is that I know what I have to do, I know what message to give, and I know that I’m not really in charge of any of it. (It’s God’s day, and He can be in charge.)  So when I find myself in these deep moments of prayer, there are two things that I keep going back to:

“Lord, let me get out of the way so you can show up big.”


“Lord, please speak to someone who may not yet know you.”

It feels as if in some way, shape, or form these are the two prayers I keep coming back to.  And while I have a lot of emotion in connection with the upcoming event, it is an emotion that I can’t wait to experience.

I get to be a steward of the biggest day on Earth.

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