I have an ongoing debate with myself about which holiday is my favorite. Christmas is Christmas, so it’s hard to compete. And I really love Thanksgiving. But as a Christian, Easter is probably the most important and most meaningful to me. It represents the cornerstone of my faith – Christ’s resurrection from the dead and the hope of eternal life that I have in Him.
This year, my mom wrote me a letter in my Easter card reflecting on the traditions we’ve shared over the past three decades. She wrote about the things we did when my brother and I were young…egg hunts with our cousins, Easter baskets from the Easter Bunny, dying eggs, brunch and family photos at the country club, church musicals, etc. I think her letter was her gentle way of telling me that this year marked the end of my Easter baskets. (She may argue that, but I’m pretty convinced.) But, it got me thinking about how I’ve spent Easter in “grown-up life.”
My heart was full of joy yesterday as I thought about the amazing places I’ve been over the past several years and all of the friends I’ve celebrated with. I LOVE the sweet memories I’ve made, and more importantly, I LOVE the common belief we share that makes this holiday so special to us.
“He is not here, for He has RISEN, as He said. Come, see the place where He lay.” (Matthew 28:6)
[Easter 2007 – Nashville, Tennessee]
[Easter 2008 – Boston, Massachusetts]
[Easter 2009 – Cleveland, Ohio]
[Easter 2010 – Rio de Janeiro, Brazil]
[Easter 2011 – Atlanta, Georgia]
[Easter 2012 – Nashville, Tennessee]
[Easter 2013 – Washington DC]
[Easter 2014 – Rome, Italy]