happy easter!

it’s easter. this is such a beautiful holiday. it is one of hope. Of reassurance. One that renews faith. I remember easter sunrise services. It was always cold.

we’d meet at the city cemetery, perched on the highest hill in town. The cold metal folding chairs. The electric keyboard powered by batteries. He arose, sang with promise. Then breakfast followed in the fellowship hall.

I’ll miss that this year, as I have the past few.

religion is so different now. Growing up, it meant being in church each time the doors opened. My grandmother, until she became ill, was there constantly. It won’t be the same, and I’m certain it isn’t for those who go now, when I return to that church in the middle of nowhere.

Faith, I believe, Is more important than religion. My mom was a methodist who hardly attended church. My dad’s family were baptist and were the heart of the church. They sang. Played piano. Went to nursing homes to spread the gospel to those who couldn’t go on their own. I’m somewhere in the middle.

I’m no missionary, but when I get the chance, I share my religion. I’m a christian. I believe god sent his son into this world, then gave him to the world ultimately saving each and every one of us who believe. It’s hard to sometimes, but that’s where faith comes in. I have that faith.

Undying faith.

I took that walk when I was a teenager. Compelled by a televangelist... weird, but still persuaded. After a late night talk with my pastor, the next day I asked to be saved and joined the church. I remember the feeling that day. It was wonderful.

if you don’t know the god I serve, ask me about him. I’ll be more than happy to share him.

God bless and happy easter!