While I could benefit from sitting in church, my Easter right now consists of sitting on the couch eating oatmeal and watching "In Plain Sight."
As my childhood pastor used to say, "We all fall short of God's grace."
Nonetheless, this holiday holds a special place in my heart aside from the obvious reason. This is the first post in the series about my reflections on Easter's past.
I ask you, what would Easter church service be without a few opening selections from the choir?