We went home to the church where I was baptized for Easter service. Today seemed a bit off kilter. Maybe I’m just weary, but it seemed like it was all death, dying, battle and attack. The point of this aggression was driven home when the pastor repeated the words, “Dead. Dead. Dead.” It all just seemed like a bit of overkill.
Seems someone forgot to tell them today is a joyful day. It’s about peace, grace, hope and other good stuff. This whole Christianity thing is sometimes referred to “Good News.” A few books have been written about it. Go ahead, spread the word. And if you want to smile when you do it, that’s considered a good thing.
It bothers me a little Monkey Boy sat through that. He was visibly upset by all the talk of death. We smoothed it over best we could. But when he thinks of Easter and God, in general, I want him to focus not on guilt and fear, but love, charity and justice. I want him to think of How Great Thou Art.