Dear Jesus,

What a beautiful day Easter has always been to me because of you! Dad used to take us to the early sunrise service and then to a lodge in the woods where they served pancakes with maple syrup for breakfast. We sang and prayed and ate at long rustic tables festooned with bouquets of buttery daffodils as the sun slanted through the windows on us.

I remember sunrise service at our home in Texas at the Jesus House. Mama served up platters of pancakes and filled pitchers with fresh icy cold milk. We had bouquets of daffodils there too. Someone played a guitar and we sang about  how we cherish the cross because it was there you died because you loved us so and wanted to bring us the hope of overcoming death.

On the lawn at Grandma June’s house in Louisiana, we watched the sun leap into the morning sky and we sang with the brothers and sisters there, “He lives! He lives! Christ Jesus lives today! He walks with me and talks with me along life’s narrow way!”

Oh, do you remember how Jiggs and the men’s quartet sang for us on Easter Sunday? They started out slow and low and dreadfully woeful.

“Low in the grave He lay, Jesus, my saviour;
Waiting the coming day, Jesus, my Lord!

(Then with such pomp and power they sang:)

With a mighty triumph o’r His foes!
He arose the victor from the dark domain
And He lives forever with His saints to reign!
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!”

“Death could not keep its prey, Jesus, my saviour;
He rolled the stone away, Jesus, my Lord!”

With a mighty triumph o’r His foes!
He arose the victor from the dark domain;
And He lives forever with His saints to reign!
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!”

I can still hear them. Their deep and marvelous voices thundering in the old stone dome of the First Baptist Church in Manistee, Michigan. It was greater than any theater surround sound system on earth! I am sure that of all the praises you have heard, you must remember those.The sound went right through a person’s soul and overpowered him. It made me laugh and cry at the same time!

This morning the sun rose bright and warm on my bedroom window and I watched these tulips open to the light. I thought about you and how good you are to us. I thought what a wonderful day it was when my spirit and heart opened to your light and I knew you were alive!

Thank you, Lord, for coming. Thank you for dying and for living again, for making all things beautiful in your time. And thank you for tulips waving like flags to the spring sky and oh, yes, thank you for songs to sing.

Love you, Elece

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