Easter Is All About Me!

As a child growing up in New England Easter was lots of fun! I guess no matter where you grew up Easter was lots of fun. We were up before dawn, scoping out the stealth location of our very own Easter basket. A perk to this delightful adventure was that it was possible and often permissible to consume a few bites of the chocolate treasures before breakfast.

Some years it was off to Church for the sunrise service (at sunrise) followed by a church wide breakfast. There was such an array of electric skillets as all the moms endeavored to find a small spot to prepare breakfast for their families. The smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes filled the room long after breakfast was cleaned up.

After Sunday School and Worship we were off to the grandparents to quickly change out of our brand new Easter suits, enjoy a scrumptious meal, take pictures, and play !

As I read this article my conclusion is that I guess I thought Easter was all about ME!  I started to feel a little guilty about that until it hit me that it is very true. EASTER is ALL ABOUT ME! I am confident that is what Jesus would say.

God sent Jesus to do for me what I am unable to do for myself. Why did God do that? “God demonstrates His love for us in this: While we were still enemies with God (sinners), Christ died for us.” (Romans 5:8)

See you Sunday at 7 AM on Walnut Lane! Join me in saying THANK YOU!

As a child growing up in New England Easter was lots of fun! I guess no matter where you grew up Easter was lots of fun. We were up before dawn, scoping out the stealth location of our very own Easter basket. A perk to this delightful adventure was that it was possible and often permissible to consume a few bites of the chocolate treasures before breakfast.

Some years it was off to Church for the sunrise service (at sunrise) followed by a church wide breakfast. There was such an array of electric skillets as all the moms endeavored to find a small spot to prepare breakfast for their families. The smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes filled the room long after breakfast was cleaned up.

After Sunday School and Worship we were off to the grandparents to quickly change out of our brand new Easter suits, enjoy a scrumptious meal, take pictures, and play !

As I read this article my conclusion is that I guess I thought Easter was all about ME!  I started to feel a little guilty about that until it hit me that it is very true. EASTER is ALL ABOUT ME! I am confident that is what Jesus would say.

God sent Jesus to do for me what I am unable to do for myself. Why did God do that? “God demonstrates His love for us in this: While we were still enemies with God (sinners), Christ died for us.” (Romans 5:8)

See you Sunday at 7 AM on Walnut Lane! Join me in saying THANK YOU!

A modern day parable … But the question is deeper than that .. or is it?

We will look at Luke 10:25-37 Sunday March 17,  9 AM… Join us and join the discussion 

He told the story of an affluent white man who was driving home from his downtown office. Since the hour was late and he was tired, he took the direct route, which led through the roughest part of the city. Wouldn’t you know it—he ran out of gas. While walking to the convenience store, he was mugged and left for dead on the sidewalk.

A few minutes later a preacher drove by on the way to the evening church service. He saw the man on the sidewalk and started to help but then realized it would be too dangerous to stop.
Soon thereafter a respected seminary professor came by and saw the man but decided it was best not to get involved.
Finally, an old Hispanic immigrant driving a beat-up truck saw the man, stopped, and took him to the hospital. He paid the hospital bill and went on his way.
I altered the characters but not Jesus’ question: “Which . . . was a neighbor to the man?” (Luke 10:36). The answer? The man who responded with kindness. Neighborliness, then, is not defined by where you live but how you love. Your neighbor is not just the person in the next house but the one who needs your help. Your neighbor may be the person you’ve been taught not to love. For the Jew in the days of Jesus, it was a Samaritan.

— Lucado, M. (2011). Max on life: Answers and inspiration for today’s questions. Nashville: Thomas Nelson.