We went to the early service this morning (almost sunrise, but just a bit later) for Easter. It was beautiful and moving and the music was gorgeous. I was very glad we went early because even though they hold 5 (FIVE!) services it was very full even at that hour of the morning.
I have been thinking all week about doubt. Why I believe what I do. I look at my daughter and see how we are raising her and wonder what I would believe had I been raised in a different family. I often find myself immersed in the traditions that surround Easter…the dress, the Easter basket, the egg hunts… and in that flurry of last minute activity (I made the dutchkid’s dress this year, more on that to come) I get distracted from the mystery that Holy Week truly is. A good goal for next year, to truly observe Lent in a more thoughtful way.
I have one of those perpetual calendars with a saying on each day. This week one of the days had this quote, which really spoke to me:
Without somehow destroying me in the process, how could God reveal Himself in a way that would leave no room for doubt? If there were no room for doubt, there would be no room for me.
Frederick Buechner
Even though my faith isn’t perfect, I take great comfort in believing that death is not final, and that someday I will be reunited with the ones I love. Which is what Easter is really about for me. He is Risen! Which means that someday I will be too.






