The Great Gift of Easter - Hope

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Oh, how happy the days used to be. How wonderous the sound of choirs singing and the sight of children gleaming with delight. How beautiful the spectacle of the blossoming of Spring, and the flowered bonnets with buttons and bows, and the fresh fragrance of hope in the air.

THE GREAT GIFT OF EASTER – HOPE

By Al Garcia

Oh, how happy the days used to be.  How wonderous the sound of choirs singing and the sight of children gleaming with delight.  How beautiful the spectacle of the blossoming of Spring, and the flowered bonnets with buttons and bows, and the fresh fragrance of hope in the air.

Oh, how happy the days of Easter used to be. Remembered promises of hope and faith, and great expectations.  A time of gatherings of hearts and souls, embracing the resurrection of a renewed faith in the majesty of every living thing, and all that nurtures and sustains the body and the soul.

This Easter, like every Easter past, there will be tulips and other flowers of every kind and type and color on display in gardens and in homes across our land.  A delicate reassurance of the continuance of our lives, despite the fragility and instability that has assaulted our senses and our lives.  The one bright light during this time of uncertainty, the resurrection of a renewal of faith and hope for the family of man across the globe.

This year, we will only be able to recall the aroma of blossoming floras, the echoes of distant church bells ringing and of choirs singing, and the memories of high-pitched cries of delight by children in their Sunday best, as they scour the gardens for Easter eggs to fill overflowing baskets decorated with ribbons and tensile and foil.

This year we will only be able to recall past family gatherings at the dinner table, remembering the sharing of moments of prayers of thanksgiving, and of the hugs and kisses and embraces that reconnected us at this time year, one to the other, in the spirit of the day.

This year, like that time at Calvary so very long ago, when crowds gathered to mourn and watch, and even mock the crucifixion of a son and of a man, the world gathers to revive the spirit that was lifted to the heavens, and to once again wait, and pray and mourn for exoneration from the devastation that has befallen the forsaken and fragile hearts and minds of man.

This Easter, there is a darkness that covers the world in fear and in tears. It is bringing panic and despair, where once there was hope and joy.  Only faith will help to resurrect the strength and resolve that will deliver us from the clutches of despair.  Only faith will open up the heavens to let the rays of hope fall upon our heads.  And only faith will empower our human hearts and souls to see beyond the days that have darkened our path and the tears that have blinded our eyes.  We will see the bright horizon that lays ahead, and once again feel a renewal of the spirit and the force that dwells within.

You will not be alone on Easter Sunday.  You will hear birds sing, and see the sun shine, and feel the wind blow.  But more importantly, you will hear and share the prayers of a nation and of the world in unison and harmony.  You will not be alone.

The great gift of Easter is hope – we have but to open our hearts, renew our faith, and then simply let the spirit of the season flow again, and be born again.


Submitted: May 24, 2021

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