Easter is filled with church, church, and more church at our house. In fact, my husband calls the day Resurrection Day and I like that better. I’ve tried to retrain myself to call it that, but old habits die hard.
Our Resurrection Day begins early since we have sunrise service at our church. It’s not quite sunrise, but service is usually at 7:00 am. Any other day, I would say seven stupid o’clock in the morning. But on Resurrection Day, I squelch my inner so not a morning person and just do it.
We live fifteen minutes from our church, so I don’t ride in with my husband. Since he’s the pastor, he leaves around 6:15 to get there before anyone else arrives. He’s a morning person and doesn’t bat an eye at the hour. I usually pin my hair up because it’s quicker than fixing it, but even with that shortcut, I have to get up at 5:30 to get there on time.
If the weather is nice, we have our sunrise service outside. We set up folding chairs and watch God paint the sky in oranges, pinks, and yellows as the sun climbs higher in the sky. This picture and the one of the sky is from 2012, the last time we got to have service outside. My favorite and most memorable services were the outside ones. If it’s cold or rainy, we have service in the sanctuary by flickering candlelight.
The service consists of scripture from the original Resurrection Day and a devotion. This year, we have a ladies choir and we’re singing He Arose. Our pianist is bringing her keyboard in case we get to have services outside.
After the service, we gather in the fellowship hall and the men cook breakfast. We eat and visit – which we call fellowship. We are Baptist, so most of our gatherings turn into eatin’ meetin’s. Then we clean up and the people who live in town go home. The people who don’t, including us, stay at the church to talk and visit some more.
At 9:45, we have our regular devotion and then Sunday school class. Regular service is at 11:00. And we don’t skip it or shorten it because we got up early. After our regular service, we go home and crash. We doze off and on until 5:00 or so. Then we put ourselves back together, grab a cup of coffee and head back to church for our evening service.
Yep, our Easter/Resurrection Day consists of church, church, and more church. But I can’t think of a better way to celebrate – He Arose.
1 In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre.
2 And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it.
3 His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow:
4 And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men.
5 And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified.
6 He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.
7 And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead; and, behold, he goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see him: lo, I have told you.
8 And they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great joy; and did run to bring his disciples word.
9 And as they went to tell his disciples, behold, Jesus met them, saying, All hail. And they came and held him by the feet, and worshipped him.