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Yesterday I realized that it's been three years since I had a "family" Resurrection Day celebration (I refuse to call it "Easter.") Two years ago, I learned my daughter had died during Passion Week. Mom and I cried and held each other all through worship that Sunday. A year ago, Mom had already moved to Oklahoma while I was still in Colorado. Huh. My son, a Messianic who celebrates Jewish festivals, doesn't celebrate Resurrection Day.
Did I feel sad? Not at all. I joined with the host of people crowding our sanctuary and rejoiced in my living Savior.
And God gave our church something unique: a pair of nesting geese--with four eggs by the bushes right beside the front door! (I may to rethink my reaction to Easter eggs, since God sent us four real ones!) The poor Papa and Mama Geese were very stressed at having so many potential threats to their offspring milling around.
Eggs are about more than fertility. They celebrate the new life possible because He lives! Life eternal, different both in kind in duration, from the life we have at birth.