I messed up Easter

I’ll admit, lately things have been so busy there are days where I just don’t feel like I have my head screwed on straight. I recently scheduled a multi trip flight when I was only going to one city. I forgot about pacing my travel and booked in person meetings for nine weeks straight instead of my three weeks on/one off. And I booked my flights for travel with Douglass over his Spring break a week after his time off (face palm).

So when I went to reschedule our trip on the right days I just booked a flight based on what we were trying to do and didn’t even pay attention to the day. Now, he and I are flying out at 9:40 a.m. on Easter morning. Sigh…

When these things happen I always feel bad. I wonder how I could have messed something like this up - but if I’m honest, Easter has been hard since the pandemic. We didn’t have services for two years, then we attended a church Easter service that wasn’t “our church”, and then last year we had Covid. And if I’m really honest, we just don’t feel connected to church - a systemic issue we have experienced almost our entire adult lives regardless of our involvement (and maybe a story for another time).

Maybe I subconsciously messed up intentionally or maybe it’s just the pattern of the last several years. Maybe it’s the lack of connectivity I feel with organized religion or maybe it is just the busyness of life that I let get in the way.

But there is one thing I know - the regard and celebration of Easter is not present only in the four walls of a building. The celebration and resurrection of my Savior is lived out in my heart. While I’m not proud of my mistakes, I realize - like most things in my faith - it matters more what is in my heart vs the attendance of a service in a building.

Wishing you all a Happy Easter! He is risen! He is risen, indeed.