Easter Sunday in Seattle was a gorgeous spring day. It happened just when cherry blossoms were at their fullest, and barely starting to fall.
I had some quiet moments between our services at Ballard High School. What a picture it was, the gorgeous blue sky, trees bursting with blossoms, and light breezes would gently shake the delicate petals from the branches. The Japanese believe that cherry blossoms are most beautiful at the moment when they fall to the ground.
The metaphor for Jesus' sacrifice had escaped me in the past, but in that moment I sat it a moment of profound awe.
Later, I shared some wonderful fellowship with some brothers and sisters, where I ate my very first "little chick" deviled eggs! (Very appropriate for Easter, except for the name, ha!)