Our family Easter celebration yesterday felt very messy, very bitty and yet seemed to be enjoyed by all who were there. We had an Easter egg hunt, shooed away the Easter bunny and somehow managed to get Jesus back as the focal point of Easter. We celebrated baptism and shared communion. Oh - and we also had an Easter bonnet parade and lots of the children brought beautifully dyed and decorated eggs. After the service, I just wanted to lie down in a darkened room to recover. But that may have been as much just the culmination of a week filled with moving services.
This year, I've been conscious of how much more we could offer to allow folk to really get to grips with Christ's passion but I think we've reached saturation point for this small community. Another time, another place perhaps.
There is no evidence that the first Easter was all neat and tidy. Maybe we have to be content with just touching base with the drama and allow faith to unfold like those linen grave clothes as time goes on. The impact of death and resurrection is maybe more akin to lighting a slow burning fuse, whose progress we can keep on fanning into flame.
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