So, finding time to actually sit down and put all my thoughts on Easter in a post has been difficult.
My kids are on two different napping schedules thanks to a weekend away and then having been gone all morning, so I haven’t had a “break” to sit and write. (Actually, I just glanced at the clock and realized that that isn’t completely true. I put the littlest little down for a nap an hour ago, and the biggest little just got up from her nap, so I guess I technically had an hour to myself, although I was so busy fighting the computer and grabbing some lunch I didn’t realize it!) Thankfully, Jenny can entertain herself for a bit while I attempted to upchuck my brain on paper re: Easter.
(At least I hope so!)
Growing up, it was fairly easy to “plan” for Easter. I knew what a “normal” Easter would/should look like. Dad would go to church really early in the morning, leaving the rest of us to rush around getting ready. We almost always had new Easter clothes (at least my sister and I did since our birthdays are really close to Easter). We would always be late to the Sunrise service at church, since Dad was already there and wasn’t home to help Mom get the rest of us around. After the Sunrise service we had breakfast at church – pancakes and super yummy sausage! At 10am (the Sunrise service was at 8am), we had the Easter worship service – it was usually a little bit longer than a normal Sunday morning service, but since it started an hour earlier, we still got out of church early. Lunch was a variation of things over the years: lunch at home, lunch with my Dad’s family, lunch with my Mom’s family, lunch at a restaurant, etc. Sunday evening was usually back at church for an Easter Cantata or drama.
No extras – bunnies, baskets, eggs, etc – just church and family and predictability. We all knew Mom was going to be in a bad mood Easter morning, just like being at church for all the services was a given. Even when I started dating J, Easter wasn’t all that different. For some reason, Easter was the one holiday that didn’t HAVE to be with a specific side of the family, and that lunch didn’t really matter what it was or who it was with.
So, in comes this Easter. Since J works Sundays, I had invited his parents and sister & her husband to join us at our home for the day, hoping that J would be able to come home for lunch and enjoy some time with his family. (I also figured that they would be able to come down earlier in the weekend so he’d have time to spend with them while he wasn’t working, too.) So, imagine my surprise when he told me that we were going to his sister’s for Easter, if he could get the day off. Then, he informed me that he had been planning on going to Michigan for the weekend, regardless of if he had Sunday off, since he and his dad were going to the Michigan spring game (although, I found out later than my FIL didn’t know this was happening til he was told about it, too), and that he guessed the kids and I could probably go up too.
(I’m having trouble staying focused on this, since Jenny is playing with her dolls on the other end of the room. She is so cute to watch – her interactions with her dollies are very enlightening to how she sees me interact with her and David!)
Back to Easter. I had already bought my ham, but since it was in the freezer, I figured it would be nice to go up to Michigan and spend some time with my in-laws (whom I love and get along with). The one thing that was bothering me, however, was that J had mentioned that we weren’t planning to go to church on Easter. He explained that he was thinking of me and the kids – not wanting to cause us to have to get up so early and not having to mess with trying to figure out another church’s nursery system. I told him that I didn’t care what time we had to get up, we were going to church on Easter. Period. And if he wanted to avoid the “new church on Easter” situation, we could stop in Battle Creek on our way to Grand Rapids and attend my parents’ church – which we attend whenever we visit them (and I grew up at). Thankfully, when I talked to my MIL, she had already resolved the situation with my SIL, and we were planning to attend my SIL & BIL’s church in Grand Rapids.
So why on Easter morning was I DREADING going to church? I literally was arguing with God about it most of the two hour drive to church. All of a sudden, I was very upset that Easter wasn’t happening at our house & our church. And I don’t think it was a jealous thing. I really wasn’t upset that we were spending Easter with my in-laws. I was mostly upset about the church-thing, I think. I really didn’t like the fact that we were going to a church that we’ve only been to once before, and it’s a rather large church (one of my not-so-favorite things about a church). I was praying/arguing with God – “Why am I so against going to church today? This is supposed to be about You, not me. Change my heart – help me to be ‘happy’ about being in Your House today.”
I think part of the issue was the fact that my reason behind attending church is due to the verse in Hebrews that says “do not forsake the assembling of yourselves together” – fellowshipping with other believers. But, when you visit a church that you don’t know anybody there, is that really fulfilling the purpose of church? I’m still not completely sure why I was so agitated, but I had a hard time snapping out of it. Honestly, until church was over and we were in the restaurant for lunch, I didn’t really relax – I was on edge the whole time.
On the way home, later that night, I was talking to J about my experience with church that morning. By the time I made it to the service (thanks to the circles I was forced to jump through to get the kids checked in to their various areas & needing to feed David), I was slightly on edge. I had noticed that he, too, seemed tense throughout the service, so I asked him what he thought about it. He wasn’t tense as much as he just wasn’t comfortable due to the volume of the worship. (You couldn’t really hear yourself sing, due to the band/choir/worship leaders/etc.) He said that he had enjoyed various parts of the service. In reality, it was a very nice service, and I shouldn’t have been agitated, but I was. God and I spent a lot of time together during the service – me apologizing for my attitude and asking for a better one, and Him speaking to me through the sermon.
It really wasn’t a bad Easter. In fact, other than my church agitation, it was a GREAT Easter. I got to spend some quality time with my in-laws. I was able to sit in a worship service that truly brought God glory. And I left Michigan with the desire to go back sooner than later. I’m still not resolved about my weirdness about church, but I’m leaving this Easter behind with a good taste in my mouth – literally (I discovered Coconut Hershey’s Kisses) and figuratively.
What are you taking forward with you from this Easter? What are some of your Easter traditions? What's your favorite Easter candy?
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