I guess it’s probably not a bad thing, but this was one of the most non-traditional Easter Sunday’s we’ve experienced in awhile. To start, we schlepped 3 dishes, on our scooter, in the rain to church on Sunday morning to meet the requirements of our Easter potluck at the international church. The service was incredible - powerful worship, adrenaline filled speaker and great fellowship with our brothers & sisters from all over the world. And then we started the lunch line, with lots more people than there were dishes. Although we prayed for the food to multiply like the loaves & fishes, we were still left with a few spoonfuls of lettuce and white rice by the time we hit the start of the line. As we leaned against the wall with our near-empty paper plates chatting with our friends, we figured at least we will get a good taste of some desserts, right? After Jon was recruited to ‘guard’ one dessert table as it was set up, we began to worry about the level of enthusiasm from people wanting to get their sweets on. In the end, we did each get a cookie for dessert, so that was nice. Then Jon and I came home & made ourselves some ‘Easter’ egg omelets.
The thing that struck us about this day was that we walked away remembering the service more than anything else. Often we walk away from Easter and remember most fondly the food, the chocolates and the marshmallow bunnies. This year really allowed us to focus on our communion with the Lord and celebrating his powerful resurrection, which really is miraculous.
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