Monday, 25 April 2011

Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday begins early for us, just as did all those years ago for the women who went to attend to Jesus' body.  There's something profound about beginning the day with anticipation of what is coming, following the way of someone who has gone before.

The sunrise service was held at a lake, where it had once been a paddock during the drought.  It is now full of water again and full of life.  At dawn you have to compete with the bird-life.  It reminded me that Jesus is full of life too.  The gentleman who did the devotion reminded us that the women who went to the tomb did so in order to take care of something that had been left.  They were going to finish the job that had been started and complete the task properly.  Unlike those women, we come to the open tomb with expectancy.  We come knowing that it is empty and that Jesus lives.  They came and were confused and upset.  There is much to be said for knowing the 'end' of the story.  Because of that empty tomb we have certainty for our future.


After spending our first hour or two celebrating and pondering, we came organised ourselves a picnic lunch and went off to do some yabbying.  There sits a bucket with some sizeable fellows who are destined for the cooking pot.  Someone once told me that you don't catch yabbies much in months that don't end with and 'r'.  Well...we may not have caught many, but the ones we have are decent.

The kids enjoyed an Easter egg hunt in the backyard.  It's always a flurry of excitement until we count how many have been found to discover how many are still out there.  And there are two still to be found.  Perhaps today.


Angela said...

Easter joys and blessings be yours in abundance
But - excuse my Engish ignorance - what is a yabby???!!!


Tracy said...

According to Google:

Left-Handed Housewife said...

I was about to ask the same thing as Angela--what is a yabby? An oyster? A clam?

I wish that like you we'd gone to the sunrise service this morning, though we are all a bunch of night owls it's hard to imagine getting up in time. The 11 o'clock service was joyous, but oh so crowded! Maybe next year we'll just stay up all night and get to the sunrise service early!