Confession: I don’t really like going to church on Easter.
I would much prefer to drive up a mountain with my family and set out a big picnic blanket in a field of spring flowers. We would eat turkey-avocado wraps and blueberries and homemade, chewy oatmeal cookies. We would breath in the fragrant air and hike through the whispering trees. And pray. And reflect. And talk – with beautiful interruptions by little voices.
And then go serve somewhere. Perhaps at a soup kitchen or a children’s hospital or a nursing home. We’d wear jeans and sweatshirts and tennis shoes – and my hair would probably be a messy flop of curls on top of my head.
And that would be Easter. Remembering Jesus. His Life. His Love.
Sometimes the way church is done is too institutional for my free spirit. I am weary of commercialism, of pious traditions. I feel pressure to wear a new spring dress to church, to dress my girls in frills and flowers. But on this day of remembrance, I’d rather not dress to impress. I’d rather not be indoors. I’d rather be DOING something – something uncomfortable, something new.
Disclaimer (I really, really need to have a disclaimer for this one): My husband is a pastor (but not your typical pastor). We love God. We believe in the power of everyday people coming together to learn + serve + give. Deeply. But that doesn’t mean that we’re robots, restricted by ritual and religion. The opposite, actually.
2nd Disclaimer: I will be at church tomorrow, but I may not be dressed to the nines. I will try to touch someone’s heart w/ a smile, a genuine word of kindness. And you may catch me breathing in the fragrance of the spring air or the top of my baby’s head…
What are you doing this Easter? Do you attend church services? Why or why not?