Well, the Easter Sunday service I attended last Sunday was a short one (30 minutes only) but it was probably the most touching one in all the Easter Sunday services I have attended.
The chapel is a small place and have a few pews, but it was cozy enough. The congregation was comprised of patients in the hospital, parents of patients, and some that worked in the hospital. At one point, the pastor invited everyone to share what Easter meant to them. Only a few spoke up, but they shared their views on Easter, and I believe there wasn’t a dry eye anywhere.
I felt humbled and knew that my hardships weren’t compared to these people: parents who have sick kids, the kids themselves who were sick…yet they had the faith in God and they never wavered from that faith.
That’s all for today. :)
I Have Cramps 