Sunday, April 20, 2014

Dear God,

I always imagined a hush fell over the land following Jesus' death.  Even the birds stopped singing.  Where was the joy?

Every Easter Sunday early in the morning I always pause to listen for the sound of joy.  When I am greeted only by darkness and silence, I wait again for the sound of Easter.  I am not afraid knowing Easter will resound once again and the whole world will be invited to the celebration not because we are Christian or because we are part of an exclusive club but because you choose to reveal your love to everyone.  On this day I celebrate our oneness as a human community, a human family loved by the Creator.

As I lifted the garage door and climbed into my car, I heard the birds begin to sing their sweet melody.  As I drove away I watched as the sun peeked its head over the horizon.  I smiled and gave thanks.  I was happy to drive into the parking lot, climb out my car, and head for the outdoor pavilion for the sunrise service.  As the pastor asked us to share memories of Easter, I remembered my baptism on this day 57 years ago.  I also recalled the sunrise service I lead in the very early morning beside the Sea of Galilee and how we literally burst into song the moment the light began to shine.  As we sang an Easter song in 2014 I recognized your living spirit one more time and my soul was full.

Thank you,
Wondrous God,
for the
great celebration
of Easter.
Oh, if only
our hearts
would live
each day
filled with joy
and praise
and thanksgiving
for the
glorious gift
you have given.
Blessed are you,
Lover of our souls.

Always and forever, Andrea