When do I start? Blessed is the word that comes to mind. Sad too. That is what happens when you have a house full for Easter dinner and for one reason or another a couple of the people you want in the room can’t be there. That is what we had for this Easter dinner.
I am back on the porch by my lonesome right now. I have been driven in and out twice attempting to write this post. I don’t want to get struck by lightning again out here. That would not be good. I was fortunate the first time.
Earlier this afternoon this porch was filled with family and laughter and some great food. Holiday dinners here are special times. There is so much care and love that goes into preparing the food. My Mom brought her sweet potato casserole. My sister made baked beans. My dear wife, Carrie, made pies and veggies and hashbrown casserole. My mother-in-law, Shirley, made an awesome ham.
Easter is a bittersweet time, really. We, as a family, went through a few tough episodes during Easter time over the years. Some things just don’t leave you. Maybe they are not supposed to. The hope and faith we carry as Christian people can see us through the worst of times.
In my previous post I made mention of the church Carrie and I attend when we visit North Carolina. Pastor Duke Lackey, I found out this week, is being assigned to a new church in the North Raleigh area. Little did we know three weeks ago. I suppose my sending him the note of thanks to him and his congregation was better timing than I could have planned. It happens that way…when we don’t get in the way. The folks at Faith Harbor will be getting a new pastor and we will be glad to see him or her the next time we are in town.
I opened a legit facebook account, oxymoronic as that may sound to some, recently. In the meantime I have reconnected with folks I have not talked to or thought much about in the past few decades. Not that I don’t appreciate them. I do. I still do. Kind of like the way I am sitting here on this cloudy porch listening to The Bay City Rollers as I type these words. I still enjoy their tunes. They don’t sound ambitious. They sound rather simple. I have employed greater recording angles than what I hear from them. But I still relate to it. I was nine when I feel into the Bay City Roller hole. I just enjoyed their sound. The lyrics were straight-forward. It was fun. It still is. I am not going to ask anyone if they get it. I don’t care.
Opps. Looks like it is going to start storming again and I don’t want to get struck by lightning.
Happy Easter, everyone. Love one another.
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Danny Johnson