Easter Sunday 2020

Alleluia! He is risen!

I hope this Easter Sunday finds you and your loved ones safe at home.

It was strange being separated from my church family during Holy Week, but I love hearing how other churches are finding unique ways to reach out and stay connected.

This past week, I’ve tried not to watch the news, but focus instead on the significance of Holy Week, and the promise of the resurrection. During Lent, I began each day with silent prayer, scripture reading and devotionals. My early morning routine has become a foundation for the day ahead. It has made a huge difference for me, and I don’t miss watching the news at all!

What’s Your Story?

We are living in uncertain times, and April 12, 2020 will probably be a day you and your family will remember for many years to come.

What stories will you tell your children and grandchildren when you look back to this day in history? What experiences will you remember most? How are you spending time with your family, and also time alone? Have you found a new hobby, or perhaps rediscovered an old one? 

I will always remember the midday silence. There is no traffic, no jets are flying overhead. No children playing or neighbors chatting. The quiet is peaceful, yet a little unsettling because it’s so unusual. 

The slower pace has helped me to be more intentional about my days. Routine is important, and spending time outdoors each day is key. I have a favorite walking route that takes me down a secluded, tree-lined road. I see deer, rabbits and even an occasional fox. Birds and blossoms are everywhere! When the weather cooperates, it’s been the perfect way to end my day. 


Be the Light

As Easter Sunday dawns each year, one thing will never change. Jesus lives! We can celebrate his resurrection regardless of where we are, whether in church or at home.

Long after this crisis has ended, we can continue to share His light with the world. There will always be unique and meaningful ways to love our brothers and sisters that will make a difference in their lives. Our physical isolation shouldn’t matter.

Keep on shining your light!

Family History

We had our first taste of fall this week in the northern corner of Virginia. It’s been delightful! Our overnight temperatures have been cool enough to sleep with the windows open. That’s always a welcome change from the air-conditioning that has been running non-stop since May.

This weekend we hosted family members in town from New England. We look forward to their visit each year.  We always try to think of places to show them in and around the DC area that we enjoyed seeing when we first moved to Virginia.

In past years we toured the DC monuments at night, drove to Harper’s Ferry, and visited Luray Caverns. Yesterday, we spent the morning at Arlington National Cemetery, and the afternoon at Mount Vernon, the home and final resting place of George Washington.

Visiting these two landmarks is always such an honor for us, no matter how many times we have been in the past. Mount Vernon turned out to be an educational visit for us too, since so many new features and exhibits have been added since our last tour.

Although it was a hot afternoon, there was plenty of shade along the walking paths. I particularly enjoyed strolling through the gardens, and took a few photos of the flowers before they faded for the season.

Lasting Faith

Between years of school field trips and out of town guests, I am not sure how many times I have been to Mount Vernon. But on this particular day I noticed something I have missed on other visits to George Washington’s tomb. On the wall above his sarcophagus, there is an engraving of a familiar Bible verse:

I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord,
he that believeth in me, though he were dead,
yet shall he live;
and whoever liveth and believeth
in me shall never die. – John‬ ‭11:25-26

I couldn’t find any mention of this inscription on the Mount Vernon website. It’s placement is significant though. It was probably added to the new tomb in 1831 when George and Martha Washington and their family’s remains were transferred from the original tomb. This was the chosen scripture for our first president’s final resting place, although it was not his final home.

Family visits are always a special time. We enjoy sharing stories from the past and creating new memories to relive on future gatherings. This year was even more memorable for me because a familiar Bible verse reinforced not only a lesson in history, but also a faith connection shared with our forefathers.