By Molly Bice-Jackson - 2:46 PM
Easter is my favorite holiday. What's not to love? The symbolism runs deep, the weather turning, the deep traditional history, the simplicity, the low-keyness, the HOPE, the colors, the Easter dresses, the customs...and of course the meaning.
If you think about it...if it is really true, if we will all live again, REALLY live again, not just in a spiritual realm, but with perfected physical bodies (only the perfected part sounds appealing), never to experience death again!?? It gives me such hope.
Surprisingly, I think much more about the spiritual reunion with Lucy than I do living with her actual body again (probably because I assume the spiritual will come first). But I've had this vision--this feeling and emotion put into mental pictures--that I often cling to.
It is of me and Vic and Lucy on the beach. We are resurrected beings with perfect health, perfect wholeness and happiness, running along the beach at sunset, holding hands and skipping and laughing and feeling so completely at peace and happy that we can scarcely begin to believe it. And Peter is there...somehow. Whether as an adult, I don't know. But I feel him there.
It gives me hope and feels so real. It feeds my faith.
It is the not knowing for sure that feeds my faith.
Which, by definition, is the very essence of faith in most religions, isn't it--the NOT KNOWING?
So I will hope on and live on and love on and faith on--until that perfect day.
HAPPY EASTER, my friends!
Do you realize that Peter's birthday is tomorrow, on EASTER? Do you realize how perfect and beautiful that is? I love the quiet reassurance and gift that that is to our family. Another powerful symbol that is so sure of itself it hardly needs to move its lips.