I have a lot of complicated feelings and thoughts and beliefs about the Easter story, and I don't think the mommy blog is where I feel like incoherently exploring them. But Easter means something different to me every year. This year Good Friday got my attention in a new way. I read about the events that lead to Jesus execution, and I recognized the fear, greed, selfishness, laziness, apathy, and all those other ugly things about human nature--not to be dramatic, but I related to it.
But on Sunday morning I felt my bone-deep faith in the power of redemption and forgiveness, and I felt so glad to be there, sharing it with Anneke who did her "wheels on the bus" dance to "The Strife is O'er" and once again splashing her hands in the Baptismal font.
But before the Easter Bunny comes, eggs must be dyed. With a very enthusiastic daddy who draws crayon snoopies on said eggs.
Thanks, Easter Bunny!
and thanks, Grandma, for a fabulous Easter brunch!

1 comment:
hmmm that sounds yummy. It is funny how the stories that we grow up with change over time. The Easter story changed dramatically after my brother died and yet again after the birth of my daughter.
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