Joyous Easter -- Christ the Lord is Risen Today

 March 23 2008

Opening with niece and Dad and others joining for gathering 

3'50" Up From the Grave He Arose

6'30" Sister greets - visitors are introduced

8'40" mom refers to the women serving lots of food recently and the need for more

10' sister refers to youth leading the service -- and other thanks/announcements -- a special birthday on Easter (13'03")

13'35" Special day song

14'15" piano prelude

15'40" scripture reading 

16'50" reading from bulletin

18'30" Hymn We Know that Christ is Raised

20'24" scripture 

21'33" offertory piano 'Sing we Noel' English Carol  followed by Doxology

23'36" offering prayer

24' Dad leads SS children and then congregation will join singing starts at 25'30" (He Has Me Glad) -- Note: I challenge anyone to listen without tears and smiles.

27'53" Children Story (DM)

35'30" Joys and Concerns sister explains how the youth will lead this in a new way following each with a simple prayer in the moment

41'10 Dad conitinues with a joy regarding the success of a recent workday and also enjoying a member playing basketball

43'04" sister acknowledges lillies in honor of family grandparents and other details

44'04" He Is Lord

45'25" youth reading -- Lord's Prayer

46'30" youth reading scripture

47'15" sister sermon starting with scripture -- sharing about the release of balloons at a recent funeral - reflecting about a red ballooon she let go as a youngster (other sister kept her pink one)

Hello Readers,

I love picturing this service -- the celebration of Easter that references an earlier sunrise service led by JL, the opening celebratory hymns, and the youth involvment throughout. 

Growing up our Easter weekends included dyeing eggs and hidden Sunday morning baskets. I stuck with both of those traditions with my own family - continuing up through their high school years -- we're never too old. I realized, once my kids had left home, that I like to color eggs -- here's some of my artwork displayed on the plate I inherited from my mom's mom Eggs   More Eggs (If links don't work both photos, dyed eggs and deviled eggs, are on my Instagram: @amybhaddock.)

At times, my family would recognize lent by giving up some sort of luxury. According to Google lent is 2/18 - 4/2 this year. I haven't formally recognized any real denial of self for several years maybe decades. Last year I attempted to not click on any short-form videos on Facebook/Instagram, tougher than I'd like to admit. 

Thanks for reading.

Stay well,

Amy BH



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