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Easter morning reflections

Dear Editor,

As the covid-19 pandemic continues to keep us in social distancing, I reflected on Easter morning and what it means to me. Satan, as some people, would love to erase what Easter means and keep God out and the picture of Jesus hidden of what he did for us on the cross. It can’t be done.

Easter is not about colored eggs and chocolate bunnies. It is not about gathering in churches and wearing your Sunday best. It’s not about sitting around a table and eating a good meal. It’s not even about being with friends and family.

Although these are good tradition’s, these are not what Easter is about to me. I can remember when I felt the despair of not knowing what my future held. Being accused of something I did not do and wondering where I was heading in life.

I remember losing a child and blaming a faceless God for the loss. I remember when my father died and I had nowhere to turn with the feeling of being alone. Through all the decisions in my life, I blamed a faceless God, a God I did not know.

The day Jesus found me, I was deep in depression with no hope. Drinking my way from one pain to another. Making senseless decisions, refusing to admit I needed help. Even though I had 2 children depending on me, I couldn’t function without a drink.

That’s where I was when he found me. Yes, He found me. In one hour, he saved me. Why an hour? I don’t know, I enjoyed drinking and wallowing in self pity. That was my life, so I thought. My stubbornness maybe? Only He knows. That day changed my life.

 No longer in darkness and living in light, Easter has a new message of hope for me and anyone who has been through Hell on earth. Easter, the meaning of hope, love and sacrifice. The meaning of Eternal life and a place to call home. No chocolate bunny or colored egg can do that.

Not even family or friends can do that. Only your personal relationship with God and a hope that surpasses all understanding. Yes, reflecting on Easter Morning, no longer a faceless God to me, but my everything. With Him, I’m never alone, even if I am…..Amen

Sally Morisset

Golden Valley

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