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
With a mighty triumph o'er His foes
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!
****Bonus eschatological funny
I woke up this morning 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."