This blog may be a bit muddled because I am writing after just finishing my midnight shift but I have some things that are important to me that I want to put in writing so to speak.
I remember when I was a child and Easter would come around. Not only do I remember the wonderful bulging Easter baskets I would get each year, but I remember something else too.
My mother, Susy, always taught me that the true meaning of Easter is about Jesus as is the true meaning of Christmas. It is not that we were a terribly religious family. We never attended church together, didn't read the bible together or even pray together. My mother's teachings were enough to impress upon me the importance of this man named Jesus. When I was a child there were any number of TV movies and specials about Him both at Christmas and at Easter and it disturbs me that there are so few this day and age.
To some people, I guess He is just a myth or perhaps to others didn't even really...