I had a few adventures over the past weekend. Some of those will come later but this is Easter Sunday.
I have to admit I often overlook Easter Sunday. I don’t know why. I shouldn’t. It is the culmination of Christ’s work fulfilled while here. Something I don’t take seriously enough.
Easter was different this year. I went from a state of hopelessness to a place of joy and thankfullness. The day started with Pastor Marc speaking. Now normally when he speaks I get something out of it but today God spoke through him to me. He spoke of how hopeless everything was that Friday. He said “Hope is essential to the human heart.” At the end of the sermon he spoke of his own hopelessness and how God gave him hope. Then members of the audience spoke about how they were also moved by the hope that God gives.
As I left the sanctuary my heart was still heavy, hurt. I don’t know if my friend Petter knows how much it meant for me when he invited me over to his house for Easter. I did not have anywhere to go and he reached out to me. It meant the world.
Once I got to Petter’s house I meet Karen’s parents. Wonderful people.
There were so many kids around. It does my heart good to be around children. We played ball out in the yard for a good 30 or 40 minutes.


The rest of Karen’s family showed up. They treated me like one of their own. We had a meal fit for king’s. Ham, potatoes, bread, green beans, all the fixin’s. If that was not enough we had a variety of cheesecakes and pies for dessert.

After lunch we had an easter egg hunt. The adults went about setting up the easter eggs. There was scrambling racing and laughter as the kids ran around looking for them.



As I drove home that night I thought back to my friends, and how blessed I am. I have a new sense of hope from the kindness of friends.
