…But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they went to the tomb, taking the spices which they had prepared. And they found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they went in they did not find the body.
While they were perplexed about this, behold, two men stood by them in dazzling apparel; and as they were frightened and bowed their faces to the ground, the men said to them, “Why do you seek the living among the dead? Remember how he told you, while he was still in Galilee, that the Son of man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and on the third day rise.”
And they remembered his words, and returning from the tomb they told all this to the eleven and to all the rest. Now it was Mary Magdalene and Joanna and Mary the mother of James and the other women with them who told this to the apostles; but these words seemed to them an idle tale, and they did not believe them.
—Gospel of Luke 24: 1-11
Today is what the Christian faith is all about. While Easter Sunday is also filled with wonderful and cherished memories of our family gathering every year at the now-closed Hilltop Steakhouse and other places for more than three decades, my heart today brims with the simply joy renewed at this time every year.
Christ the Lord is risen indeed. Halleujah!
A happy and blessed Easter from all the Goodboys and Goodboys Nation weblog!
Remembering Easters past with the family at the Hilltop. Talked to Mom and reminded her about Easter dinner at the Branding Iron where the snow kept piling up on the ground-floor windows as we ate.
Remembering Easter services at St. Anne’s Church with Mr. Nichols’ booming voice during one of his animated sermons, watching Uncle “Milt the Mad Organist” urging you and the rest of the choir to new singing heights, while I toiled as an acolyte.
Great memories.
Comment by Dave Richard — April 20, 2014 @ 3:55 pm
Funny the stuff you remember, huh? I remember singing at the early Easter service then the choir going back to Milt’s house for breakfast. I have a nice picture of the bunch of us on my nightstand.
I remember joining Don McKeown and Charlie Corkum on bass singing my favorite Easter hymn, “Come Ye Faithful Raise The Strain”.
Comment by The Great White Shank — April 20, 2014 @ 8:08 pm