Easter Morning

When I was a kid, I used to go camping with my family pretty regularly every summer. I don't remember if we ever camped as early as Easter Sunday, but we may have some year when it was late in April. We would visit one particular campground near our house several times a season. On Sunday mornings, the owners hosted an outdoor worship service next to the shuffleboard courts, complete with an out-of-tune piano and warbly soprano retirees. At least once a year, my dad, an ordained minister, was asked to preach the Sunday sermon. I picture this scene in my head and it always comes with a soundtrack. The warbly sopranos are joined by booming bass echos in the chorus of Robert Lowry's "Christ Arose" (alternately titled "Up From the Grave He Arose"):

Up from the grave He arose (He arose) With a mighty triumph o'er His foes (He arose) He arose a victor from the dark domain And He lives forever with His saints to reign He arose (He arose) He arose (He arose) Hallelujah Christ arose

Have a happy Easter, everybody!

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Bonus eschatological funny I woke up just about sunrise, tired after a late and emotionally exhausting Easter Vigil service at our church. I rolled out of bed and a single thought popped into my head, "Well, it's Easter. Either Christ is not returning this morning or else the rapture is happening post-trib."