Happy Easter

I was going to write something on Easter, but this is too good - I can't write much after reading it:

http://www.tonywoodlief.com/archives/001331.html#001331

That being said ...

We went to the sunrise service this AM: 6:30. The boys were sleepy, but they dressed, trooped downstairs, ate breakfast, and were ready on time. It was chilly, but in a good way, at least to what's left of the Northerner in me. We lit candles in the dark courtyard at Taft and sang, then walked in to almost-darkness and sat: prayers and readings - from Creation to Resurrection. Quiet music - Robbie played alone on guitar. Everything about it was filled with quiet joy. There was no pomp, no shouting, nothing loud and glorious. It makes a change from Easters past, where we had all that - Christ the Lord is Risen Today! - processing choirs and Bach on the organ. Instead, quiet joy. I felt more kinship to the very early Christians then I ever have before - gathered in a courtyard, small enough to be at a private home - then inside for fellowship. We took turns reading; no assigned list of participants, just those that wanted to came forward. There was no sermon - and really, if you need to be told by the preacher what to think on Easter, of all days, you need more help then there is on this Earth.

Happy Easter, and may your heart fill with joy when you think on what He has done for us.