We had a much more relaxed Easter than we sometimes do. Often we've gotten up very early to get over to the church to set up for Easter sunrise service; we've been part of the team that plays music. Once we've done the Easter sunrise service, in the past, we would stay at the church the whole morning and participate in every service.
We did leave a bit earlier yesterday so that my spouse could get to choir practice before the 10:30 service. But we only live minutes away from our current church, so it felt leisurely. I sat in the large fellowship area and read my textbook for Church History II class. There was no Easter breakfast or coffee cake or hardboiled eggs. That felt sort of strange. Happily, I had brought my own homemade bread, and there was tea at the hot beverage area.
The church service was a bit more crowded, but not as crowded as the early service. I've been to the early service, and usually there are 15-25 people. Yesterday, it was packed; I was able to observe because the church service wasn't done when I first arrived, and I could see the church empty out as I read and ate my bread.
The church service had some special elements, lovely flowers and some special musical instruments. Easter is the day of brass instruments, and we had two. We had bells to jingle when we heard the word "Alleluia."
At the end, we came home, did some grilling, including grilling the bread dough I made, which gave us a delicious meal. I got some grading done, and we called family members or made plans for a call on a less hectic day. We ended the day by listening to music and watching reruns of Mash and All in the Family (as if it was a Sunday evening in the 1970's).
I will close with pictures of the flamingos in the neighborhood that flanks my seminary.
When I was taking the pictures, a woman walking her dog told me that the woman who lives in the house designs these seasonal decorations for the flamingoes.
I asked the dogwalker to tell the woman how much joy they have brought me.
They make me want to do something similar in my mountain home. We shall see.
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