We got up this morning and found that the Easter Bunny had left this…he and I worked it out in advance because I told him we were going to the sunrise service this year. He’s a good guy, real accommodating.
Our church held their sunrise service at the cemetery which I think is really cool…I love the reminder that because of Jesus, death has lost its power over us…
After the service, we took a walk through to see the old graves. The earliest tombstone we could find was dated 1838. I think if I was going to be buried, I’d like it if someone held an Easter service near my tombstone. I just don’t think there’s anything more hopeful than that.
Bundled up in the chilly Easter morning…
When we got back to the church this morning, I slipped into the sanctuary before the service and just sat in a pew in the dark, looking up at the skylight, smelling the Easter lilies and staring at the cross. It was a quiet moment and I was so aware of the presence of God. Like the rest of my life, I so often rush through prayer, like it’s something to check off a list. But this morning I felt like I could just sit, without really knowing what to say.
And then we had a wonderful Easter breakfast with our congregation.
To my Christian friends, Happy Easter! To my Jewish friends, Chag Semeach!