This was an Easter Sunday none of us will forget. For the first time ever, I was able to sit next to my husband to worship for Easter! In fact, Ron, Clover, Olive, and I all sat in our pew (aka couch) and participated in the Grace Cathedral worship service, joining in with the prayers and exuberantly singing the hymns, the latter of which really confused the dogs. It was Easter even though in so many ways it did not feel, sound, smell or taste like Easter. We Episcopalians are fond of saying we are an Easter People which means we live in the reality of the Risen Christ, not just on Easter Sunday, but on every day. We understand that the Resurrection of Jesus Christ was not a one-time event but happens over and over and over. It happens every time our hearts are lifted in joy and wonder, every time we witness the transformation of a soul, every time we breathe the Living Christ into our bodies as prayer and worship. We celebrate Easter on Easter Sunday to give thanks to Almighty God for the wonder and gift of the Risen Lord, but we don’t need the fanfare, the trumpets, the sermon, the anthem to give thanks. All we need is our open hearts and the awareness of the beauty and blessings in our lives. I give thanks today for the sunshine and clean air, for the time to slow down, for the gestures of kindness that come my way, and for the blessing of being able to look forward to returning to church and community. Soon, I hope, we can gather. Until then, continue to live as Easter People, rejoicing in the Risen Christ and the wonder and beauty he brings into your life.