After church we had an Easter Dinner and egg hunt where Zachary ditched his church clothes for some of Auntie Anna's clothes.
(he will kill me in about 8 years for posting this picture)
It was a great weekend.
I love preparing for all the festivities.
Shopping for Easter basket goodies and new Easter clothes,
making casseroles and pies for Easter Dinner, it's fun.
And always worth the effort it takes.
Despite all the time spent in preparations,
two separate experiences the week prior really helped me feel ready for an Easter celebration.
The first one happened while waiting in a long line for the restroom.
Two ladies behind me struck up a conversation about looking forward to their respective Easter services.
One woman explained that her favorite part from last year was when her preacher,
at a pivotal moment during his speech,
began to pour blood over all of the white lilies.
That was all I heard, because it was my turn for the bathroom.
Second, David came home one day and told me he had seen quite a sight on the highway.
While driving down Hwy 152 on Friday, there was a man walking down the shoulder of the road
carrying a huge wooden cross (with a wheel on the back end...haha).
Wow. Can you imagine? (does this stuff only happen in Missouri?:)
Without getting too personal, I will say this...
I couldn't stop thinking about how drastically different those sorts of
visual stunts are from my own experiences with Easter.
I really do respect their desire to worship how they see fit,
and in fact, seeing how obviously moved some people are with that part of the story
(the blood, the cross, the death)
it helped me formulate more clearly what part of Easter is really personal to me.
Namely, the reality of an empty tomb and the resurrection.