Even though we didn’t go to church when i was little, Easter was always a fun day, especially when the sun was shining. We did have the turkey meal with all the dressings, And of COURSE, my parents hid colored eggs.
When I went on my own to college, I found friends who believed what I did. We went to church, we did what we could to help others. Easter was also a fun day, but it had much more meaning now.
Fast forward to the future:
church isn’t what it used to be.
people are human–how dare they be human?
Suddenly the joy is no longer in church. Worshiping alone isn’t the same. I miss the foot washing and eating together. I miss being part of a beloved community.
Easter is the day of the Resurrection.
I’m searching for Sunday.
I’m searching for my faith, resurrected.
If you’re searching for something too, please let me know.