An Easter reminder

The family of five always—and only—came to church on Easter.

At least, that is the only time I saw them quietly enter the east doors of our church, wearing freshly ironed dresses, shirts, and slacks. The Easter bonnet was still a thing in the 1960s, and the little girl and mother came suitably attired for the annual religious commemoration of the resurrection.

I remember this because sadly, even as a child, I was wondering why this family was not in church three times a week like most of the families in my orbit.

From previous columns, my faith background is an open book. Fundamentalist, conservative, and doctrine driven. I have written about my genuine gratitude for the foundation of biblical knowledge, the love of a capella music, and the host of Christian mentors who shaped (and some who are still living who continue to influence) my perspectives.

But on this Easter weekend, this particular faith memory still shames me. Who or what had influenced me at such an early age to judge this family’s once-a-year attendance? Why wasn’t my first instinct one of joy at the sight of a classmate all dressed up?

This coming Sunday, you may be one of the families who hits the mark more often than not when it comes to church attendance. Doing so is meaningful for you and your family for the fellowship and worship.

You may also be stepping foot inside for the first time since last Easter or before the pandemic.

You are all welcome.

You will all experience the redeeming love which, for a Christian, was made possible by what took place three days after the scene at the Cross.

You may delight in the newness of Easter apparel and in the coming of a new season.

With open arms and hearts, welcome everyone—just as this humble carpenter did so many years ago.

Snyder, Texas, native Sue Jane Sullivan is a retired schoolteacher whose thought-provoking commentary appears occasionally in several West texas newspapers, including The Texas Spur and The Caprock Courier.