Our white shirts are all ironed, and our best slacks readied for Easter morning. We spent most of the evenings before boiling and coloring eggs, many times with Crayola’s and sometimes with cake coloring. I remember all of this as dad is driving us to my mom’s parents’ house for church and family festivities, of which I have mentioned in a previous post. There were no seat belts worn, and certainly not enough of them for our family. My favorite place to ride was above the back seat, I think it was everyone’s, but at some point, the bigger boys became too big to ride there comfortably. I could look out the window at the clouds or just lay there. There was no air conditioning in the car, so all of the windows were rolled down. Yes, I said rolled down, because there weren’t a lot of electric buttons in the early 60’s. As we would get close to Matador, we could see the water tower and all start singing “I see Matador, I see Matator”, with unchained passion. As a kid, before getting into town, there was a hill, written in large white rocks was the word Matador. I always thought that was so cool. It is no longer there. I wonder what happened to it, maybe it was reclaimed by the elements. As we roll into Roaring Springs, we pass the little Pentecostal church we will have service at that morning. Grandma and Grandpas house is just a little further up the road. Driving up to the front of the house, the front porch is already inhabited by my Grandpa and uncles, some smoking, some not, telling tales or just talking, catching up on whatever had been missed. Some cousins were already there, running around outside, playing, trying not to get dirty before church. Mom goes inside with many of her sisters where they are preparing the Easter meal. My mother was nearly always designated to make cornbread and cabbage. All of the aunts had a specialty they made better than the other. As a kid, we didn’t care who made what, we were ready for the Easter egg hunt. Moving forward, as you already know we have had church and are now back at Grandmas house, having a great lunch, with more food than the law should allow. Some of it, especially the drinks would be taken to the tabernacle, where the uncles would go first and hide all the eggs. With anticipation, we would wait, knowing there would also be a prize egg out there somewhere. The day turns into afternoon and finally all the eggs have been hidden. Once there, the kids are let loose as if it were The Running of the Bulls in Spain and everyone moves out of the way. The eggs are soon found and whoever finds the prize egg lets out a whoop and a holler. There usually wasn’t a lot of money in it, but it was the hunt that mattered. It was like a trophy. It wouldn’t be right or Christian if I didn’t make sure it was known why we celebrate this holiday, so here is a small prayer for each of you today. May this day bring you many memories and the richest of blessings.
Our most gracious heavenly father, you loved this world so much, that you gave your one and only son, Jesus, that we might be called your children too. We ask for your mercy lord, to help us to live in the grace of Easter Sunday, each day. Let us have hearts of thankfulness and thanksgiving for your sacrifice. Let us look upon Your grace with opened eyes and rejoice in our salvation. Help us to walk in that mighty grace and tell the gospel to the world. All for your glory do we pray, Amen and Amen.
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