Let Us Keep the Feast: Holy Week and Easter

I am such a creature of the world that it’s hard for me to think of Easter as a season.  Like Christmas, the commercial lead-in of chocolate bunnies and dyed-egg wreaths lasts so long that once the decorations go on clearance on that Monday, I’m ready to pack it all away.


Not this year.  This year, I need every reminder that Christ is risen.  I need the Alleluia on my mantle.  I need to soak in the reality that Jesus has conquered the tomb—his, my friend’s, and even mine. (I haven’t bought an urn for myself, but I’ll confess that death has been on my mind.)

If you, like me, struggle to know what it would look like to celebrate a season of Easter, you will enjoy Let Us Keep the Feast: Holy Week and Easter.  To quote Lindsay Marshall’s chapter on Easter, “In short, it is roughly six weeks of unbridled, unfettered, unfiltered joy: praise and thanksgiving to our mighty Savior, and ecstatic celebration of the hope we have in His victory over death.”

My friend’s recent funeral was a union of many parts of his life: Michigan youth camp, inner-city health ministry, and trainer of physicians in Afghanistan.  We were all there, celebrating Christ’s victory together.  That’s Easter to me.

He Is Risen!



Does your church home celebrate the Resurrection with bells and loud Alleluias?  These are two of our favorite parts of Easter, and this year both felt a long time coming.


But Easter is here, and we are grateful.


I love how the cans of food for the food pantry were tucked in here amongst the flowers offered.


I’m still waiting on my tulips to bloom, but I’m hoping to have time to get out this week and clear out last fall’s dead stems.  I did something (again!) to my back, though, so it’s going to have to wait until I can bend over.  Today I’m happy to be walking.

While the adults were sitting around eating yesterday, the girls were taking hundreds of photos of SweetP on my phone.  Most of them are blurry, but here you can see the dress she’s been waiting 9 months– well, ever since M finally admitted it was too small for her– to wear (thanks, Grandma Judy!)

I have quite a backlog of photos to share, so forgive me if the next few posts are rather photo-heavy. I have someone’s 10th birthday, a whirlwind trip to see a friend, some skiing, and a bunch of random photos to show you. Oh, and some school and liturgical-year ideas to share as well.

It’s good to be back. Thanks for stopping by!