If the Resurrection weren’t real I expect this would be an Epicurean blog, so with the arrival of Easter we can all give thanks for the prospects of eternal life, and I’d like to thank you, the readership, for being here.
For most of you Easter came yesterday, and in that case, Happy Easter! I hope the first day was beautiful and joy-filled, and I wish you all the best for many weeks of Easter to come. Proclaim that Good News, yes?
If you’ve been offline over Lent, welcome back! I hope your time away has left you refreshed, restored, and at peace.
If you’ve still got another week to go before Easter arrives at your house, I want to express a heartfelt thanks for the prayer and fasting you’ll be undertaking over the days that remain. It’s the most important thing.
And if you’re one of my readers who isn’t, to be honest, all that sure the Resurrection is a real thing? I’m praying for you. Don’t give up on yourself. You’ll get there.
It’s real. Alleluia.
Look at this beautiful amaryllis my grandmother-in-law dug up for me from her yard and brought over to the house yesterday. Fun fact Awe-inspiring fact I learned over Easter dinner? As a six-year-old she could pick a hundred pounds of cotton a day. If visualizing that doesn’t make you a Rerum Novarum fangirl, I don’t know what will.
Happy Easter, Jen, to you and yours! He is risen, Alleluia!