It is 6:30 a.m., and as I sit at my window watching the sun rise on a beautiful morning, I am reminded of earlier Easters when our family was young and things were simpler, and Easter was not the most important holiday of the year.
On Easter morning all churches had sunrise services. Sure, it took a little effort to get the children up and ready for a 6:30 a.m. serivce and they grumbled a little along the way, but once we got there and joined others, we felt a real closeness to those, who many years before had gone to find the empty tomb. Jesus had risen like he said he would. It gave us such a feeling of renewed hope and made us think of our own life and what Jesus did for us.
The Friday before (Good Friday) had special meaning as well. Businesses closed from noon to 3 p.m., the hours that Jesus hung on the cross. Churches would go together and have services during those hours and people were allowed to leave their work and go to the church of their choice.
Remember those days? Now it is just business as usual. Just another day.
In the name of progress we’ve lost so much real meaning in our lives.
They really were “the good old days.”
Mrs. Len (Opal) Lander