Good morning! Hoping your Easter weekend has been glorious! Ours has been very low-key.  My favorite <g>  As I have maintained over again, I have been a bit of a holiday flunkie in recent months. I have too many ideas to count but have only tapped into a very few of them. This lent has been sweet for all its challenges. We have prayed the Way of the Cross each week. (we are blessed with a looooong hallway in this house so we could display all the stations)  Our Easter dinner will be equally sweet but low key. Since we will be out much of the day we made our ham ahead and potato salad vs mashed.

Moira has been perfecting her bread making skills as you see. She made up some rolls for dinner this time. We made a lemon cake which the kids decorate with candies in the shape of a cross. Every year I remember I wanted to buy a lamb cake tin, every year I make this cake instead since I don’t have it. ; )

The children were also very sweet watching The Greatest Story Ever Told on Friday. Aidan is suddenly very aware of the Passion, having learned to read and devoured a children’s bible reader this year. He was spellbound watching on Friday afternoon and then found a rerun on tv Saturday to watch all over again. He admits he ‘about broke up’ over it. He is a rather sensitive child and it all hit him I guess. As well it should.

It brought to mind our trip to Tucson. As we were wandering around the mission there were two men standing under a painting, I should say gentlemen but the memory of the conversation still stings. The one was expounding about how the burial box and bones of Jesus have definitely been found and quoting all manner of pseudo-experts (coincidentally most of whom seem to be big screen names). I just shook my head in frustration. If that were true then none of this would really matter. There would be no Father God nor a Savior.  There would only be a hoax of the grandest proportions which Christian churches of all denominations have partaken of. Without the cross there is no Christianity, which of course is the reason why these claims resurface every so often.

It brought to mind another story we read where the author asks who is more fortunate, a small child who knows Jesus or an educated, successful man who does not. Looking at Aidan’s face, awestruck and contemplative, I know the answer. I hope your Easter leaves you awestruck as well. I am uploading a few scenes from our Easter prep.