Jennie and I worshipped on Easter Sunday in the midst of a full congregation adorned in colorful Easter morning attire. All the generations were present. The beauty of the day outdoors was matched by the splendor of the sanctuary’s décor. The scent and sight of lilies on the chancel steps rendered creation’s praise. The lay leader read the Easter scripture with verve. The choir sang with gusto. The preacher preached a word/Word that set my pen to scribbling memorable lines and insights. Everything was Day of Resurrection fine, I’m telling you … except for the Easter Yawn.