Holy week is a fitting time to pause and reflect.  It is unfortunate to say, however, our home had few moments of pause this week, and the only reflection that seemed to happen was how to make the most noise and get the most attention within a (very) confined space.  This Easter Sunday I paused just long enough to remember to be grateful that God doesn't meet us only in our quiet with his still small voice, but in the crazy, too.  I doubt the 2- and 5-year-olds in Jesus' time were any less active or ornery or excitable than my kids, yet Jesus tells us to be just like them.  And just like the kids in our lives, God knew we needed a really good story, too, with a happily-ever-after kind of ending.  May the story of Jesus never grow old in our hearts!  "Death is swallowed up in victory.  O death, where is your victory?  O death, where is your sting?”

We did the egg hunt, the Easter baskets (sans Easter candy this year), and dyed eggs.  The five-and-under crowd didn’t even have to wear pants to church this year.  We made it through our third (I think?) year of the book Benjamin's Box, which goes through the last week of Jesus' life in 12 days.  We played happy music, baked resurrection rolls and watched the amazing Sight and Sound theater production of "Jesus".   It really was a joyful day.  

Happy Easter everybody.  He is risen indeed!

E’er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply
Redeeming love has been my theme
And shall be til I die

~ Cowper

No comments

Post a Comment

© Reuben + ErinMaira Gall