Easter is the day I think of church the most. My grandmother was active in the program in the Catholic Church that teaches people who want to become Catholic. She often “sponsored” new members and would stand by them when they officially became members of the Church at the Easter celebration. My Grandfather was the song leader at my church growing up, so I think of them often when I think of the big church services of my youth. I remember one year, in high school, attending the long Easter mass with my grandmother and thinking, “How does she does this every year? This is torture.”
(It’s a long mass.)
This is the song I remember my grandfather singing. He died when I was in 5th grade so my memories are few and far between, but I remember him singing this song several times, and I feel like most of them were probably Easter because we didn’t go to the same service he did most Sundays. (My Dad was a morning person like I am so we went to the 8:30am service.) I thought I’d share it today, and wish all of my very supportive Christian friends and family a blessed Easter.
You all in my life, and in the life of my kids, help balance out the hatred we sometimes see in our community. My kids struggle, especially lately, with the anti-gay marriage talk in the name of Christianity. They have a hard time wondering why a church would shun their family’s right to get married. But every time they fret, I remind them of the many…MANY lovely Christians we have in our lives that support the people they love who are gay, and who would have no problem with them getting married in their church.
So, Happy Easter to all of you. You make it easy for me to speak favorably of your faith. We talk about Jesus a lot in our house, about his teachings, and it’s easy to explain the religion of his followers when I have examples in our lives of people who walk the same walk he did.