The Easter story is an ancient one.

Not the story about the Easter Bunny or why PAAS decorated eggs nestled in a wicker basket filled with synthetic, colored grass and marshmallow candy PEEPS have anything to do with the original story.

Nope. I’m talking about story of Christ and the resurrection.

Easter Sunday is one the few times I remember the pews of our little Baptist church in Pacomia, California being filled to capacity with new visitors and returning members dressed in finery and the blooming fashions of spring. Back  then, they reminded me of a flock of Monarch butterflies that were happy that they had finally emerged from their cocoons. Continue reading →