Alleluia, Christ Is Risen!

More than 200 people attended our two Easter services (Saturday evening and Sunday morning). Today's worship service included a play in place of the sermon, then a baptism and communion. Our worship was followed by Easter Egg Hunts for three age ranges: preschool, K-6th grade, and 7th grade through 90+. We also had a cookout with hamburgers and hotdogs, and a moon bounce. Click one of the photos here to go to our Easter photo page. All in all, it was a joyous celebration of Jesus' resurrection.

Alleluia! Christ is Risen. The Lord is Risen Indeed. Alleluia!

Seven Stanzas at Easter

Make no mistake: if He rose at all
it was as His body;
if the cells' dissolution did not reverse, the molecules
reknit, the amino acids rekindle,
the Church will fall.

It was not as the flowers,
each soft Spring recurrent;
it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled
eyes of the eleven apostles;
it was as His flesh: ours.

The same hinged thumbs and toes,
the same valved heart
that--pierced--died, withered, paused, and then
regathered out of enduring Might
new strength to enclose.

Let us not mock God with metaphor,
analogy, sidestepping, transcendence;
making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the
faded credulity of earlier ages:
let us walk through the door.

The stone is rolled back, not papier-mache,
not a stone in a story,
but the vast rock of materiality that in the slow
grinding of time will eclipse for each of us
the wide light of day.

And if we will have an angel at the tomb,
make it a real angel,
weighty with Max Planck's quanta, vivid with hair,
opaque in the dawn light, robed in real linen
spun on a definite loom.

Let us not seek to make it less monstrous,
for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty,
lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are
embarrassed by the miracle,
and crushed by remonstrance.

—John Updike