“Just a Belief”
A man who looked to be in his sixties, his graying hair disheveled by the wind, walked up to where we were working.
“What are you doing?” he asked. “Going to have a concert? Having a wedding or something?”
“No,” we answered, “We’re having an Easter Sunrise Service tomorrow morning.”
With that, his voice took on a brusque, defensive tone.
“Well,” he huffed, “it’s just a belief. You can believe anything you want, I guess. But that’s all it is – just a belief.” Whereupon he harrumphed, turned, and walked away swiftly.
The Easter Yawn
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.