Rain dampens, doesn't diminish that 'Easter Feeling'

by | Jun 1, 2009 | Every Day Life

Torrential downpours can ruin any day. It seems that the best thing to do on a day when the rain just won’t stop is curl up with a good book or take a nap.
But when a rain like that comes on Easter Sunday, what’s a woman to do? I tried to pretend it wasn’t raining as I decided to go ahead a wear my Easter dress and my open-toe-high-heeled red shoes — they are really pretty. I mean, can a lot of rain really ruin Easter? I had not taken more than ten steps across the church parking lot before I realized open-toe-heels and a mini flood do not mix.
I began to think it just didn’t feel like Easter. Who knew Easter had a feeling? But walking across the parking lot bare-footed with feet freezing, trying to avoid the puddles, was not “Easter-ee”. What made matters worse, as I walked out the door to head for church, was that the power at our home went out. The ham had been in the oven all of 15 minutes. In the refrigerator waited a potato casserole, a green bean casserole, a macaroni casserole, glazed carrots, and Parker house rolls – in essence a typical Easter fest.
I left my husband at home to wait for the power to come back on while I attended Sunday School. My hope was that, when we met up for the worship service, he would inform me that the ham and casseroles were all coming along nicely.
For the first time ever, I had prepared everything the day and night before. On Sunday, all I would need to do is pop it all in the oven and let it heat up. Considering that I am not a cook, this was a huge accomplishment. It also should have been a sign that something was going to go wrong.
I was so proud of myself, because usually everyone is waiting on the food because something would always take longer to cook than I had expected. I was determined to not let that happen this year. But as the day progressed, it became very clear that my hard work and planning was going to be for naught. I guess I should have checked the weather forecast.
As soon as Sunday School was over, I rushed to the balcony of the sanctuary to secure four seats. We all know that the ‘C&E Christians’ (Christmas and Easter) would be in attendance and the church would fill up quickly. Since I have a C&E Christian in my home, I wanted to make sure he had no excuses not to stay for the service. Our oldest child is in his “anti-organized religion” phase due to all the hypocrites in the church. Don’t you just love the idealism of youth? Bless his heart, someday he will realize just as we all have, that we are all hypocrites in one way or another — at one time or another. Until then, I am grateful that he will still attend on Christmas, Easter, and Mother’s Day just to make me happy.
Upon the arrival of my husband and children to their saved seats in the balcony, I learn that the power was still off at the house. Still hopeful, I told myself that surely the power would be on by the time we got home from church. My perfect dinner was still possible, right? Maybe we would only be off schedule by an hour or so.

Apparently the power outage and rain wasn’t just affecting my Easter plans because the church still had plenty of seats on a Sunday when it is usually packed. I can only image trying to get little ones ready in the dark and then trying to find a way to keep them dry while getting them into church. At some point it is just better to cry ‘uncle’ and give up — but I wasn’t there yet. I was still hoping for some spark of that Easter feeling.
As I sat in the service with my husband and one darling boy next to me and another just a few rows away, I was happy. Thoughts of dinner could wait, but thoughts of my middle boy at Oklahoma State University spending Easter alone tugged on my heart. Once again, it did not feeling like Easter.
That began to really bug me. Is Easter supposed to have a feeling? And does Easter become less ‘Easter’ if you don’t have that feeling? Maybe I had let all the trappings of Easter take over Easter. The clothes, the food, family and even the crowed church scene — was that what Easter had become? All of those are good things but they certainly weren’t the “thing.”
There was still no power when we arrived home from church. No Easter Dinner. We warmed up some macaroni and cheese on the gas cook top and waited for the power to come back on. The rain continued to fall hard all afternoon and with no power, we were left with a lot of time for reflection.
I decide to take mine in the form of a nap. As I lay in bed talking with God about this crazy day, I asked him about this Easter feeling or better yet, the lack of an Easter feeling. We talked about how this was definitely not an average Easter. A non-stop downpour of rain, no power, no big meal, no crowds at church, and no Dillon had all taken away from some of the excitement and electricity that is usually in the air on this day. But did all that really change Easter? No, nothing could do that.
With everything else striped away, it was easier to focus more clearly on the first Easter. As I lay in bed drifting off to sleep, I was thankful to realize that in the quietness of the rain, with no power or excitement of family and food, my Savoir is alive, and I am eternally grateful.
Power was restored about 3 p.m. and Easter dinner became Easter supper. Still no Easter feeling, but none was needed.

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