For the past 19 years, we have traditionally attended our home church Easter Sunday service. It is filled with the lights of the sanctuary, sound of 3,500 members singing and a wonderful sermon.
This year, we elected to try something new. I work for Mt Hermon Christian Conference Center and they celebrate Easter by hiking to a twelve foot wood cross at 6:30am during sunrise.
So, I set our alarm clock for o dark thirty and off we trounced. It was a mystical foggy morning. Fortunately my husband brought our flashlight to light our path. As we climbed the windy hill, the smell on ponderosa pines filled the air and the sound of pine needles crunched beneath our shoes.
When we made it to the top, the mist began to lift as the sun peaked out. I rolled out a blanket and plopped down next to our friend Bob. “Good morning and Happy Easter,” I said while hugging him.
There were approximately 100 people gathered outside. I could see my breath as we sang worship songs together. As we lifted our voices, I heard the birds join the choir with their own melodious song.
Then, a local pastor who has served our community for more than 20 years shared the good news with us that Jesus died for our sins on a cross, rose in three days and is seated in Heaven. As he spoke, drops of dew dripped on my sleeve. Thankfully, I was bundled up with a wool cap, scarf and gloves.
Immediately afterwards, we hiked back down the trail and a fresh, hot meal awaited us in the lodge. The smell of eggs, potatoes, sausage and coffee permeated the air.
When we parted ways, I returned home and settled back in for a long winter’s nap. Delightful!
How do you and your family celebrate Easter Sunday?