This is Monday before Easter. Where are you? I mean physically, mentally, spiritually?
It used to mean new, spring clothes and anticipation of Easter eggs and chocolate. And, everyone in town would be in church on Sunday–looking good.
The Easter gifts came a little later in the generations.
Maybe now you are in Florida getting drunk and spreading viruses. Like Easter used to be a thing for everyone to do, now Spring Break is a thing everyone must do (or so I read in the media).
Somewhere in the mist of history, this is a week of remembrance and in the end–celebration.
The church we are now “attending” is doing one of those evangelical stunt things–dropping Easter eggs from a helicopter. I’m sorry, I keep having visions of Les Nessman reporting live from a shopping center parking lot in Cincinnati on the TV show WKRP in Cincinnati as the turkeys fell from the sky. The key sentence from the boss, “As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.” I have these visions of eggs…
I’m sure it will be fun for the little ones.
Or maybe it will be a gathering on Thursday evening recreating Jesus’ Passover meal with his friends. Followed by a solemn service on Friday to remember Jesus being killed by the authorities for daring to buck the system. And on to the celebration of joy of Jesus’ resurrection on Sunday.
So will the week be adolescent memory making, Christian tradition, first family gatherings in months?
No matter. Best is to read again the final chapters of the Gospels and have a right attitude for the week and weekend.
Faith Venture 
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