1. Easter is trippy, you guys. I mean, Christmas, we kind of get–virgin mom or not, we all have birthdays. Good Friday–well, we get death, because we are all fallen and we’re cranking towards that ourselves (unless Jesus comes back). We even sort of understand substitutionary death. But resurrection? We just don’t have a frame of reference for that, because who do you know that’s come back to life? We just have Jesus to look to, and we have to trust that He’s the precursor for all of us who belong to Him. Trippy. No wonder the disciples kept getting freaked out.
2. Yesterday at my church, we sang loudly. We proclaimed “He is risen indeed!” loudly. The kids showed up in fluffy dresses and little clip-on ties. The grown-ups got a little bit more fancier than usual. And the gospel was preached. That’s a pretty good Easter service, if you ask me.
3. Also, I got to play “I’ll Fly Away” on my friend’s guitar in her and her husband’s backyard with another guy who was on banjo. All we need is an upright bass or a fiddle or something and we’ll have ourselves a bluegrass band.
4. I’ve been on a crazy classical music kick, but mostly thanks to this guy, Gustavo Dudamel (just watch him work):