The long tradition of Easter in school was started long before our time,the excitement would start on Friday with a service followed by a movie on projector on Saturday by scripture union people that always managed to leave us teary if not full blown crying, it always took us back to the cross with most of us going up for the alter call for the 10th time.
Sunday morning started with waking up so early get torches and move from house to house( dormitories as you may call them) singing He is risen,He is risen indeed. The joy, glory and loudness of the singing made us feel the resurrection of Jesus so real to us as we celebrated as a school
Sadly that stopped after school and I look back to those memories and my heart yearns for an environment where that is possible but when you look at our communities where even your neighbour is unknown to you,how then do you go singing on their doors
In the village once that was always done on Christmas ,the village church choir would go home to home singing carols and we would open the door and join in the singing and it brought out so much togetherness, i long for such again but deep down I know it’s hard in this era of every one on their own
But after an Easter with no service i got thinking, we need to go back to that place of breaking barriers and reaching out to the people around us with the good news of Jesus resurrection and birth, maybe not by singing home to home but maybe open our homes and share a meal with the less fortunate or throw a party for the children around and then tell them about this good God that we serve
Am still thinking and praying that by Christmas I will not just think about memories but create a new tradition that will leave that sort of impact on the generations to follow because those are some of the times that shaped my spiritual path and what Joy it would be to see it passed on to other people.
