Easter day, happy day

Our friend Carl doesn't like the word "Easter." I guess that word is a corruption of a pagan word that Christians adopted and changed slightly in the time of Constantine. So, we referred to yesterday's event as Resurrection Sunday.

Church was great--there was a time of sharing by many, including Tim, who talked about how God worked many amazing "coincidences" two years ago after his mother suffered a stroke. It is good to look back and see how God has brought us through difficult times in amazing ways. Tim ended up inviting Carl and another single man, Dale, over for Easter (Resurrection) dinner. He drove them around for a few minutes while I caught a ride home from Luke and Christina helped me do some last minute tidying up.

We had a lovely time, and Carl invited us to come see his performance as Mordecai in a Purim play about Esther last night as a Messianic congregation (Jews who believe that Jesus is the Messiah). It was an amazing production, with narration of the story, wonderful costumes, singing and noise makers that we used every time the bad guy's name was mentioned. (Haman-booooooooo). Read more about it in Esther in the Old Testament.

Carl, who is 79 years old, did an amazing job as Mordecai, and he has a lovely, strong tenor voice. Afterwards, the main cast members and stage crew received flowers. Carl gave me one of his dozen white roses. It's a reminder of God's preservation of his people, the Jews, and the purity of his sacrifice, Jesus, as he made a way to preserve us for eternity through the gift of his Son.

Today is back to work, but I'm going to enjoy the Easter--Resurrection day--afterglow for quite some time.


Till next time,


Suzi