They said to arrive early, the service would be a full one. So I
set my alarm clock 15 minutes earlier than usual and woke with a
happy hum low in my bones, despite the sleep in my eyes. Easter has
that way about her, the knowledge of the holy even in the middle of
an ordinary Sunday morning.
As I drove to the church, I heard my phone ding its text message alert. I confess I didn't wait until I was at a stoplight to sneak a peak. Only 8 in the morning and my friend writes they are already seated with a seat saved for me. I didn't realize “earlier” for some people meant a whole half hour.
I stepped into the sanctuary, overwhelmed by its fullness, wondering how many more people would arrive after me. I spied my friend's husband waving and sat nestled between my friend and their daughter. My first Easter at this church and I was happy to be there. Yet I couldn't ignore the strange sensation of being away from home for yet another holiday...
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