It’s a beautiful uplifting Sunday morning. The sun is brightly shining and the birds are gathering debris for building their nests. One of them was trying to build a nest up under the front porch eave. The bulb plants are trying to bloom but frost still abounds.
Such a gorgeous morning for the Easter Sunrise services around this area of the country.
We miss our California friends today but are going to Paul and Darlene’s home here in NW PA today for Easter dinner. We’re looking forward to meeting part of their family whom we’ve never met!
Growing up in the Church, the services were always uplifting and joyous while celebrating the risen Lord. Funny, though. A part of the services were always sad for me. The crucifixion and death of Jesus always bothered me. Dying a slow death on a cross. I’ll never forget pictures and a description by a surgeon who described the painful process of dying while hanging from a cross. And I’ve never truly understood how anyone could spring up from the dead. It’s symbolic, I’m sure. I just don’t know what it is though. Since that doesn’t seem plausible to me, I guess I’ve always focused and empathized for Jesus on the cross and the indescribable suffering he felt. Maybe it’s just the melancholic part of me. I hope no one unsubscribes from the blog because of this.
Nonetheless, I’ve gone with the flow of celebrating the Holiday and enjoy seeing new life from the ground spring up from the ‘dead’ and growing new life! “Each flower that from the green earth springs, for joy of resurrection sings“.