Wherever you gathered to celebrate the breaking of the bond of death, I pray it was a powerful experience of what our hymn of the day referred to as "the Spirit's fission (which) shakes the church of God." The celebrations of which I was a part took on that flavor and flair; each brought home the assurance that God's Good News would lift us above every adversity.
For me, there were three morning gatherings. Very public, well attended.
In the afternoon, there were two more. Small, almost private. Of those afternoon gatherings one was in the room of a memory loss patient; the other in the home of one battling with cancer and the effects of cancer treatment.
In the public gatherings, we repeated the great choruses of the faith. We allowed the strength of our convictions to be matched with the volume of our shared voices.
The afternoon gatherings depended upon the strength of the scriptural text, the weight these words carry in our lives.
I hope that wherever you gathered there was plenty of both. More precisely, I pray that on this Easter Monday, you still have the great verses of hymns ringing in your ears as well as a depth of conviction rooted in your heart.
Christ has risen! Christ has risen indeed!
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