Hallelujah! Christ is risen! He is risen indeed! Can you imagine the look on Mary's face when Jesus spoke her name and she suddenly realized who it was? The incredible joy that must have washed over her must have made her dizzy with shock. Once I was dating someone I really enjoyed seeing, and he had been away for a long time - off to college and he wasn't supposed to come home until Thanksgiving break, but he had a reading weekend and decided to come home sooner. His sister invited me over to watch a movie, and I had no idea he was there. I was standing in the kitchen talking and even heard him talking in the living room, but since I wasn't expecting him to be there, I didn't connect. His sister was bursting with anticipation and dropped a ton of clues. I finally wandered into the living room and there he was! I shrieked with surprise and we hugged - it was the most wonderful feeling!
I imagine that is what it will be like when Jesus comes to take me home. I will be overjoyed and so caught up in just seeing him that I will have no qualms about leaving this world. I have been privileged to be with several people when they passed and seen a small glimpse of what they must have seen.
Meanwhile, this morning, church will be adorned with joy. The tulips and lilies on the altar and platform will fill the air with their redolent perfume and bless the eye with their joyous color. It is right that Easter come after the bleakness of winter, that we remember Christ when the world is waking to new life and the dirty snow is replaced with the green of budding leaves.
I miss the Easter baskets full of sugary candy and chocolate rabbits that we used to prepare for the boys when they were little. Now I get Drew a little something, but it isn't like it used to be. I always gave the boys one large chocolate bunny, a bag of new sox and underwear, a bunch of jelly beans and a stuffed animal and a book. I loved preparing the baskets and hiding them, bringing stuff out of hiding after the kids were asleep and setting them out on the table.
Now I send my grandchildren a lovely card with stickers in it. I know their parents get them plenty of candy. Sometimes I send a new outfit, but its hard to know sizes and tastes. Well, enough rambling. Time to go SING!!!
I imagine that is what it will be like when Jesus comes to take me home. I will be overjoyed and so caught up in just seeing him that I will have no qualms about leaving this world. I have been privileged to be with several people when they passed and seen a small glimpse of what they must have seen.
Meanwhile, this morning, church will be adorned with joy. The tulips and lilies on the altar and platform will fill the air with their redolent perfume and bless the eye with their joyous color. It is right that Easter come after the bleakness of winter, that we remember Christ when the world is waking to new life and the dirty snow is replaced with the green of budding leaves.
I miss the Easter baskets full of sugary candy and chocolate rabbits that we used to prepare for the boys when they were little. Now I get Drew a little something, but it isn't like it used to be. I always gave the boys one large chocolate bunny, a bag of new sox and underwear, a bunch of jelly beans and a stuffed animal and a book. I loved preparing the baskets and hiding them, bringing stuff out of hiding after the kids were asleep and setting them out on the table.
Now I send my grandchildren a lovely card with stickers in it. I know their parents get them plenty of candy. Sometimes I send a new outfit, but its hard to know sizes and tastes. Well, enough rambling. Time to go SING!!!
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