Growing up, Easter was one of my favorite holidays, second only to Christmas.
My sister and I used to lay awake in bed on Easter Eve and excitedly anticipate where Dad might have hidden eggs. We always got Easter baskets filled with goodies, usually including Cadbury Eggs (which is to this day one of my favorite delicacies).
To me, Easter was about hunting eggs, eating large amounts of chocolate, and getting up early for the sunrise service at church. All of which completely overshadowed the true meaning of the celebration.
Today, as an employee of a mega-church, Easter is about meetings, signage, banners, postcards, imagery, promotion, and parking. (I love my job, but holidays easily have the potential to become overwhelming, time-consuming “events” that I eagerly anticipate being over.) Once again, Easter has been overshadowed.
And so as I wake up on Sunday morning in my old bed in the house I grew up in, I’m hoping to leave behind all the work-related Easter stress as a mega-church employee and truly celebrate my Risen Savior as an eternally-grateful sinner at our small United Methodist Church.
And maybe indulge in a Cadbury Egg along the way. 🙂
“He is not here; He has risen!” –Luke 24:6