I confess that Easter may be my favorite day of the year. I love to tell the story… it never gets old. I confess that I love the culture hasn’t found a way to steal Easter yet.
I confess that the day after Easter is one of the lowest days of the year for me for two reasons:
First, Christmas is more like a feast week. Christmas Eve turns into Xmas Day & rolls on to the New Year w/little work & no school. The moment Easter Sunday is over, everybody is back at it the very next day. I confess that I feel a little jilted. I’ve been attempting to keep my foot on the accelerator since Ash Wednesday I find it hard to come to a complete stop. I confess that today I feel like the one guy in the choir who kept singing after the conductor signaled the end of the song.
Second, I confess that the day after Easter is also difficult for me because it was the day the biggest church hurts I’ve ever experienced blew up. I confess that this story has redemption written all over it, and has become a story I love to tell about fidelity and love. But today I mark the day it all started & it makes me sad. I confess to wondering if some hurts are just so deep that you walk with a limp for the rest of your life. I confess to wondering what secret sins are tearing people’s lives apart… people I love. I confess that I wish we could all be free.
I confess to being completely ambivalent about the beginning of the baseball season. I confess that I feel like I’ve been conditioned to feel this way since the Royals are perennially awful. Even though I know there might be reason to hope this year, all I can think of is Charlie Brown, Lucy, and that football… good grief!
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