As I scroll through Facebook and Twitter, lots of folks are posting about Easter traditions, buying Easter dresses, getting Easter haircuts, and on and on. I even heard an ad on my favorite sports radio stations for a church broadcasting their service times. Just in case you haven’t noticed, Easter is in the air…
My Langfeld Family is celebrating together tomorrow afternoon. There will be hotdogs and egg hunts and hayrides for flowers to make Easter nests. My aunts will try to string together a couple of lines of Peter Cotton tail and their grandkids will giggle when all they can manage is humming. “He’ll have colored eggs for Sally hum hum hum for sister, too!” It will be a beautiful day on the hill. My cousins will catch up on each other’s lives and a obligatory prayer for rain will be offered up. There may even be an argument about when Lent really ends. The little’s will hope for Saturday noon so they can devour their treats after a 40-day hiatus. A dapper looking Easter Bunny piñata will be strung up on the porch completely unaware of how competitive my family can be. The boys of summer that make up our tribe will swing at him as if Nolan Ryan is watching from a lawn chair. Brother and sister teams will compete in the annual egg toss hoping to reign supreme. Quietly, someone will grab the perfect combination of purple and yellow wildflowers tying them together with a skinny piece of grass capturing the perfect scent of Medina County.
In my heart I will be there.
And on that hill there is love.
On a hill far away a long time ago hung our Savior on His cross the first Easter week. No tweets or status updates from witnesses gathered around. People lining the streets watched His march. Some laughed, some spit, some wept, some prayed, some cried out as He painfully walked. Some stayed far away watching from a distance. But all would know His moment.
“By now it was noon. The whole earth became dark, the darkness lasting three hours – a total blackout. The Temple curtain split right down the middle. Jesus called loudly, “Father, I place my life in your hands!” Then he breathed his last.” Luke 23:44-46 MSG
Reading these words, my heart cries out-Sunday is coming!! He is the Hope of the world and Sunday is coming. But for now, I pause and reflect on these words. And I remember my moment when I called out and said, “Father, I place my life in your hands!” It is good to rest and feel the weight of His cross. His cross made my moment possible. Yet, in His moment, He begged for my forgiveness. His full humanness made it possible for Him to feel His whole moment. And at the same time, His holiness made it impossible to not think of me.
In my heart I was there.
And on that hill there was Love.
Easter is in the air and He is alive dwelling among His people. I hope you have a church family to celebrate His resurrection when Sunday comes. In case you don’t, my church has saved a seat for you. Cross Timbers has events and services Saturday and Sunday.
May the Peace of the Lord be with you this Easter and always.
"Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family." — Anthony Brandt
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