Easter is the one holiday I cannot reconcile without faith. Sure, the Easter bunny would remain, as would brunches and dinners, baskets and Easter egg hunts; yet without faith, it would lose its luster. You see, Christmas is the promise, Easter the fulfillment. It’s the King’s son, paying our ransom.
It’s the grandest celebration of them all!
Unfortunately, the weather tends not to partake in the jubilant festivities. It scowls and grumbles; even if the sun manages to peek through, the wind crashes the party, thus casting a pall over the whole to-do.
But this year, the bluest of skies served our backdrop. The sun shone bright and happy. The birds sang “Jesus Loves Me” the whole weekend through. And that pesky ol’ wind? Nowhere to be found.
I kid you not. It was altogether lovely.
Everywhere you looked, people were out riding their bikes, tidying their yards, and dining al fresco. We partook of the first BBQ of the season, meandered through the park, and drank flavored Coca-Colas. We celebrated with friends and family. We gave thanks. And for the first time in as long as I can remember, nature seemed to reflect the joy of our hearts.
I guess you might say that this year, in [her] Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it, [Spring was] the grandest lady in the Easter parade . . .