Twenty-five years ago, St. John Paul II designated the Sunday right after Easter as Divine Mercy Sunday. He did this intentionally, because you can’t really understand Easter without understanding mercy. The resurrection only makes sense if we understand forgiveness. No matter who you are, there’s not a single person here who doesn’t want mercy. We’ve all needed it… we’ve all asked for it… some of us have begged for it.
Kids, know what I’m talking about. You get grounded, and suddenly the very things that are taken away: the phone, the Xbox, the car…those are the only things you can think about. And what do you say? “Mom, come on… just one show?” “Dad, I know I’m grounded, but all my friends are going out…” You’re not asking for justice, you’re asking for mercy.
Or if you’ve ever been driving and you look in the rearview mirror and see those flashing lights… your heart drops a little. And as the officer walks up, all of a sudden we become very polite, slightly confused people. “Officer, I didn’t realize how fast I was going…” “I thought the light was still yellow…” Translation: please have mercy on me.
Same thing after a bad test. Suddenly we’re negotiating: “Can I retake it? Is there extra credit? Maybe a curve?” Especially if we think it wasn’t entirely our fault…because we had a game the night before, weren’t feeling well, or simply blanked on the answers.
In all of these moments, we want a break. Even if we don’t fully deserve it, we want someone to go easy on us. And when they do…when the officer gives a warning, when the teacher bumps the grade, when a parent lightens the punishment…it feels amazing. It’s like a weight gets lifted.
I remember one of my first experiences of mercy. I was probably six or seven, playing outside, and I broke our neighbor’s window. Completely shattered it. I was convinced my life was over. I had no money to replace it, no way to fix it; I honestly thought I was going to jail. So I ran inside, told my mom, and waited for the handcuffs to be slapped on.
A little while later she came back and said, “You’re not in trouble. The neighbor said don’t worry about it.” No anger. No demand for payment. Just… mercy. And I still remember that feeling; the weight of the world taken away.
As powerful as those moments are, they’re only a tiny glimpse of God’s mercy. God’s mercy isn’t just a feeling or an action…it’s actually a person: Jesus Christ. He didn’t have to become one of us. He didn’t have to suffer. He didn’t have to go to the cross. But he chose to, out of love for us. Out of mercy.
That’s why Easter and Divine Mercy are inseparable. The resurrection is the proof that mercy wins. Sin doesn’t. Death doesn’t. God’s mercy has the final word. And it’s being offered to every single one of us. Christ’s arms are still open. He’s ready to forgive and heal but he won’t force it. We have to come to him.
That’s why the sacraments matter so much, especially confession. It’s not just a ritual; it’s an encounter with mercy and a movement towards God. How often we put it off! We say, “I’ll go later… next month… eventually.” But why wait? If God is offering freedom, why keep carrying the weight?
But here’s where it gets a little more challenging. Mercy is not just something we receive. It’s something we have to give. Jesus is very clear about that: we are forgiven in the measure that we forgive others. The way we give mercy… is the way we receive it.
That might make us pause for a second. Because if I’m stingy with mercy…if I hold grudges, keep score, refuse to let things go….then I shouldn’t be surprised if my experience of God’s mercy feels pretty limited. But if I’m generous… if I go out of my way to forgive, to give people the benefit of the doubt, to let things go… then I’m opening myself up to receive that same generosity from God.
This is where Divine Mercy really pushes against our culture. We live in a world that demands perfection from everyone else… but makes excuses for ourselves. When someone else messes up? We want justice. We want accountability. We want consequences. But when we mess up? “Well, you don’t understand… I was tired… I was stressed… it’s complicated…” It’s the exact opposite of what Jesus is offering.
Jesus is saying: come receive my mercy but do not fail share it with others. The world says, “be easy on yourself, and hard on everyone else.” We have to decide which voice we’re going to follow.
Each of us has people in our lives right now who need our mercy. Maybe it’s someone who hurt us. Maybe it’s someone who annoys us. Maybe it’s someone we’ve just quietly written off. And we justify holding onto it by telling ourselves they don’t deserve forgiveness. They probably don’t. But neither did we. And yet God gives it to us anyway.
So if we want to live the joy of Easter…if we really want to experience the power and freedom of the resurrection…then our lives have to become a cycle of mercy: receiving it from God, and giving it away to others, over and over again, until it becomes who we are.
Start small. It doesn’t have to be dramatic. A kind word when you’re irritated. Letting something go instead of bringing it up again. Being patient with someone who gets on your nerves. Giving someone the benefit of the doubt. Every time we do that, we’re not just being nice, we are becoming more like Christ.
Moving forward, let’s ask God to help us become icons of Divine Mercy. Not just asking for it but giving it often, generously, even when it’s difficult. that’s how God treats us. Give thanks to the LORD for he is good, his love is everlasting.