On Easter morning, we wake up early and get dressed in pretty, pastel colors. We eat big, elaborate brunches and search for colored eggs in the now green grass. We stand together in our churches, filled with fragrant flowers and adorned with white and gold. We proclaim “He is Risen! He is Risen indeed!” And we believe it.
But do I live it? What does Easter Sunday mean for me and the way I live my life? Continue reading