I recall the times when we would get all dolled up for Easter. Even the term, “dolled up,” is kind of telling. We put on our best. We wore brand, new clothes, shoes, hats, gloves and other adornments to celebrate the resurrection of the King. Like most traditions, those days often pale in comparison to the perfect message of Easter. No matter how we come to church, no matter where or how we worship, we are all coming to praise Jesus for His gift of eternal life and freedom from the guilt of sin.
Resurrection Day is the most glorious day of the church calendar, but it’s also imprinted on the hearts of everyone who believes in God’s amazing grace and love for the entire world. The hosannas and alleluias will fill the air. The timpani will sound, the trumpets will blare, there will be beautiful flowers on the altar and songs of praise will ring out all over our world. The “noise” of Easter can’t hold a candle to the peace that it gives us. Jesus went uncomplaining forth – He suffered on a cross – He spoke to His followers and even forgave those who were putting him to death. He breathed His last and died – yes, He died. On the third day, He overcame death. He came back to life in a glorified body, with only the scars on his hands, feet and side. Those remained as proof that He indeed is the Messiah. The suffering was over. Jesus, Christ was risen – risen indeed!
“When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. But he laid his right hand on me, saying, “Fear not, I am the first and the last, and the living one. I died, and behold I am alive forevermore, and I have the keys of Death and Hades.” Revelation 1:17-18
EASTER BLESSINGS TO ALL OF MY BLOGGING FRIENDS. MAY THE LOVE OF GOD REMAIN IN YOUR HEARTS AND MINDS THROUGHOUT THE YEAR AND GIVE YOU ETERNAL PEACE!
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Happy Easter to you and your family! When I saw the words dolled up, I just started to laugh. That was a great memory of my father speaking to my Mom and I.
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A term not used much anymore, but kind of sweet.
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I remember getting ‘all dolled up’ for Easter/Resurrection Day, when I was a little girl. We were living in California then. My mother dressed me in a fancy new dress, shiny new patent leather shoes, and new white gloves. My grandmother in Missouri had sent the clothes in the mail. We did not go to church in those early days. After getting me dressed, my mother gave me a basket and led me out into the back yard. There, my dad was waiting with his camera. My mother told me to look for colorful eggs and candy that a bunny had hidden in the back yard, and put the treats in the basket. While I searched the yard, my Dad followed me with his camera, taking picture after picture.
I was two years old, soon to turn three, in this memory, my first experience of Easter. So many decades ago!
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Blessed memories of Easter/ Resurrection Sunday❤️
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