People come together with their families to celebrate Easter. What better way to celebrate than to spend a few hours going on the journey of Christ’s life. Roma Downey
Yes, I remember. I remember the Easter Egg hunts as a child. Finding colored eggs. Dressing up in the fanciest clothes, sitting in church with the grown-ups. I remember all family getting together, saying grace, and eating so much food that we needed to run it off. I remember baby lambs and baby chicks.
Now that I’m an adult, I have the power of mind to make my own choices. I have the ability to listen and to read about Jesus Christ. I can choose to believe or choose to believe it is all hog wash.
I think it helped me when I read in the Bible that I would have to sell myself to the devil for a slice of bread. I know the fear was planted when I learned that I would burn forever in a fire with no escape.
Yes, I have my memories of Easters past but I am very thankful for the choices I have made as an adult.
Have a Happy Easter my bloggers and friends.
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Happy Easter to you, too, Terry. I can remember being dressed up with new spring dress, shoes and hat to go to Sunday School on Easter, only my parents did not attend church. I went on my own when I was old enough and with my friend before that.
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my parents always went to church but sadly one of my big memories of Sundays was my parents fighting on the way to church and as soon as the church doors opened; my parents were all smiles. My mother told me a story about when I was about seven. It was Easter. The church was crowded. I sat up front with my friends. My parents were a few rows behind me. I wore one of those Easter bonnets with the rubber piece holding it in place under my chin. My mom said I sat through the service and constantly lifted my hat up and down. She said she was so embarrassed. I must have not liked that tightness around my face. LOL
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Though my parents never went to church, they also did not fight. I only remember one time when my father left the house and took off in the car. I had no idea what the problem was, but knew they had had some difference. Usually my mother just went along with my father whatever he wanted. My mother accepted the Lord after she moved in with me at 92 years old. My pastor led her. I don’t know about my father except that when he was young he was a committed Christian. Perhaps marrying my mother who had no background in that area drew him away. He actually told me once that he did not believe the Bible was inspired. I can only hope that before he died he turned back to the Lord. He did have time to do that.
I can understand about you not liking the tightness around your neck and chin. I have never liked anything tight and if something is too tight I am always pulling at it to make more space for breathing.
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