
I was sad to realize we would be gone for Easter as Spring Break falls at the same time this year. But I’d forgotten that I carry Easter with me wherever I go. And I am experiencing unexpected bits of Easter every day.
Each night I wash my children’s feet at the door to the tent after days spent playing outside at the beach. I take my time, wash well between the toes, and brush all the sand off so it doesn’t fill their sleeping bags. I let my love wash over them, and I serve them just as Jesus did for his disciples.
I drink wine and break bread with dear friends. I feed my family daily. And in doing so I am a reflection of Jesus and the bread and wine he shared with those closest to him before he died. I become–we all become–a part of that communion.
On Good Friday, I will be in the Redwoods. I will stand in their deep, dark shadows and gaze up at their awesome heights. I will be still.
On Easter Sunday, I will get up at sunrise (as we have each day), when the first rays hit the walls of our tent and the kids begin to stir. I will stand up and face the rising sun. The Risen Son. Hallelujah.
May the mystery and joy of Easter meet you, wherever you are.

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A beautiful reflection bringing the sacred liturgy of Holy Week into our everyday lives. I was blessed in reading this.