Tradition

I love Easter. It doesn't seem to have the stressful hoopla that other holidays get overrun with. Sure there are eggs and bunnies... but when you put that up to someone raising from the dead to make the whole world right again - there just isn't much of a comparison. I don't know, maybe there is for other people, but we spend enough time at church on Easter that it will be pretty hard for our kids to miss the point (well - until they turn the cross into a gun anyway). We started the weekend off with traditional egg dying with cousin Maysyn and an Easter egg hunt with "the guys" out at my parents place.

Then Easter day started at 6 am and footsie PJ's at the Sunrise service and breakfast. Then we came home to get in our "Easter best" that Grandma had purchased for the kids and back to church we went... for 2 more services a big dinner and the Lord's supper. When we first came back to Hays and drove by our church, Jude, from the back seat - with arms and legs flailing said, "I LOVE that church."
"Good" we responded, "We are glad you love church."
"Not those other churches," he said, "Just THAT church."

As sad and as wrong as his comment was we understood in our souls where his sentiments originated.... Who wouldn't rather sit around a table with all of your best friends in the world? Now hopefully we will be able to figure out how to make the whole world our 'best friends' - because if we could take just a little bit of the feeling of belonging, love and peace that is in that church basement to those around us... that would be a good way to live. But I have a feeling that it has less to do with the traditions than the love through which they are carried out - and the hope of the resurrection that makes it all possible.