Resurrection Day

paying the penalty for us

Yesterday started with the sunrise service.  It was a little later than sunrise, 7:00 a.m., but still early.  Used to be, ten years or so ago, the church would be full at sunrise service; now we have a handful… or two.

What’s happened?  Why have people stopped coming to the sunrise service?  Are they less thankful?  Do they give the Messiah no thought anymore?  Troubles?  Worries?  Burdened?  Perhaps the other churches in the community are having a service as well?

So my day started out good!  It was a joyful morning!

Sunday School

My Sunday School children were all bright-eyed and eager to answer questions.  The treats I gave out for answering had absolutely nothing to do with their eagerness… I’m fairly certain.  But they were a great bunch of kids, and I especially enjoyed them.

nothing better than church on a sunny Sunday morning

The regular service was good, full of music and good words.  I got to see several people I haven’t seen in a while.  We had gathered up a few people for a choir, and they did an excellent job!  My grandgirls ran all over tarnation, as usual.  Barefooted.  We are true rednecks… at least I had my shoes on.

In the afternoon I continued celebrating the resurrection of Christ with the Little Chapel Church as they danced in the streets of Harrisburg.  It was great as well!  The church had a big screen set up and showed pictures and videos of the tornado damage and cleanup before they presented the Resurrection Dance.  This dance started in Hungary with the Faith Church:  1300 people dancing in the square.  Click on the links for information and a video with a sample of the groups all over the world that participated in the dance last year.  All those people celebrating the resurrection of Jesus the Christ by dancing to the same music, doing the same dance, in the streets of their communities on Easter Sunday.  It’s awesome and moving.  I can’t wait to see this year’s video.  Next year I am going to be a part of this!

Then the dancing sister and I went to the DQ.

old-fashioned strawberry soda

She had a measly diet drink, but being in the celebrating mode, I had an old fashioned strawberry soda.  It was beautifully made and tasted as good as it looked.

To top off my lovely day, as I was riding around Harrisburg with Dar, checking out the progress that has been made since the tornado and seeing all the destruction (which makes me so sad), enjoying the lovely spring air with our windows rolled down… I feel something.  SMACK!  “What the heck?”

I’m believing this.

Birdpoop!  My window was only rolled down about halfway!  But somehow that stinking bird managed to poop all over my blue jeans, my sweater, and my brand new purse.  All evening I’ve been thinking: “The story of my life: top off a great day by getting crapped on… once again.”

Until… I was looking for bird-pooping pics on the internet and ran across this most interesting article:

Why is it considered good luck if a bird drops poop on you?

  • It has to do with the odds of it happening by random chance. Its like 1 in a billion which is almost the same as winning the lottery. So if you are statistically able to get bird poop on you, then you should also be able to win the lottery.
  • Somebody came up with the idea that it’s good luck because it’s so disgusting that there must be something good about it.
  • I always thought it was because you were lucky that horses couldn’t fly.
  • I have always heard that is supposed to be lucky to have it happen. However, it is not the most pleasant experience, and then there’s the cost and effort of cleaning your clothes.

To buy a lottery ticket or not?  That is the question for today.

How long does my good luck last?  Google research says 2 to 6 years.  


You Love Me Anyway

(The following post is by Faith, Family, and the Farm)

One of my favorite songs right now is “You Love Me Anyway” by a Christian Band called The Sidewalk Prophets.  Read some of the words to this song.  They are beautiful.

“I am the thorn in your crown
But You love me anyway
I am the sweat from Your brow
But You love me anyway
I am the nail in Your wrist
But You love me anyway
I am Judas’ kiss
But You love me anyway
See now I am the man who yelled out from the crowd
For Your blood to be spilled on this earth shaking ground
Yes then I turned away with a smile on my face
With this sin in my heart, tried to bury Your grace
And then alone in the night I still call out for You
So ashamed of my life, my life, my lifeBut You love me anyway
Oh God, how You love me
Yes, You love me anyway
It’s like nothing in life
That I’ve ever known
Yes, You love me anyway
Oh Lord, how You love me.”Isn’t that just amazing?  Almost every day these words run over and over in my mind now that I know this song:  “I am the nail in your wrist, but you love me anyway.  I am Judas’ kiss, but you love me anyway.”  I don’t know why it is, but I can read scripture and hear bible studies and stories over and over, but when someone puts words to music, they stick with me and touch me.  Several times throughout the day, these words remind me that no matter what I could ever possibly do, Jesus will love me anyway.

Oh, how I wish I could make everyone understand and embrace that.  How do you tell these struggling teens whose parents tell them how bad they are, who have other kids tell them how worthless or pathetic they are, who are told repeatedly by a teacher that they are dumb, that there is someone who will love them no matter what, without conditions, without strings, without if’s, and’s or but’s?  I could play them this song 100 times and I know that unless they’re at a certain point in their lives, they will not get how huge it is.  What stories from the bible can I teach them to help them trust and believe this?  How can we get them to understand that it may not seem important today, but it should be the most important thing ever in their lives, over boys, over girls, sports, friends, grades, clothes, appearance, etc.?

And if you read those lyrics and wonder, what does all of this mean?  It is about the Crucifixion and what all ‘we’ did to Jesus, who loves us anyway.  You can read Matthew 26 and 27 to get a decent idea of what is going on.  Make sure you have a translation you understand.  And you may even have to read it twice, as I often have to do, to fully grasp the meaning.  If you don’t have access to bible, but you’re sitting at a computer, go to and type in the scripture above.  Try the New Living Translation or New International Version, they are the ones I understand and like the best.  (I use that website a lot, it is a very useful tool!)

I so wish I had the answers.  But God gives us the choice.  We have free will.  It is part of the whole package.  We must make the choice.  It is there for the taking, free, anytime, anywhere, anyhow.  But the choice has to be made.  Going to church, going to youth group, attending bible studies, taking mission trips, going to church camps and convocations does not mean that Jesus is in your heart.   Romans 10:9 says, “If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.”  Say the words and mean it.  No matter what you have done, he’ll love you anyway…