Sometimes I wonder how and why it is that this morning continues to reach me on such a deep level? I know it's coming; I've been down this road over 50 times now; we just had Palm Sunday, Maundy Thursday, and Good Friday; yesterday morning a boatload of children swarmed the church looking for eggs - so we all knew that Easter morning was bound to come around again.
- "This was great! If church was like this every Sunday we'd be here every week!"
- "Oh, but it is like this every week," they said. "We really don't do anything special or different just because it's Easter Sunday."