St. Patrick Presbyterian Church, Epc

This Sunday is Easter and, I don’t know about you, but I am ready. Forty days is a long time of waiting! Lent has been a death this year in many ways. It is not that the world is actually worse than it ever was, it is that we know everything bad happening in the world as it is happening. So it is a good thing that, in the midst of darkness, we are reminded of light and hope! That is the purpose of Holy Days after all, is it not? I mean, we celebrate Easter every Sunday, that is true, but setting aside one day to really gild the Lilly, dress to the nines, host elaborate feasts at our scattered tables, and invite people in who don’t have family––that is as it should be and a necessary reminder to us humans who, because of the ordinariness of each Sunday, tend to lose the wonder of the whole meaning of Resurrection! As it is a special day, one hopes to craft something that is well-suited for such a day. But how does one rise to the occasion of this subject? Words just seem too cheap! And, low and behold, our tex