I’ve been looking for the essence of Easter. Cleaning out the closet, if you will, and ditching all of the stuff that may be nice, interesting, or appealing to someone else, but for me not really useful. I don’t want to argue about theology. I don’t even want to try to understand everything. I just want Easter in a nutshell, Easter distilled, Easter in its simplest form.
My favorite season is fall. Fall is football, hayrides, and War Eagle. It’s candles in pumpkins, a yellow harvest moon. Crisp mornings and cool nights. It’s Harper’s birthday, deer jerky, and Thanksgiving. It is waking up to scenes like this picture, to mountainsides ablaze with vibrant color. But it’s also darkness by 6:00. A prelude to winter, to bitter cold, to the death of many beautiful things.
It has been suggested that I may tend to take things a bit too seriously.
So, this is sort of a guest post. My brother, Jim Ford, put this on Facebook the other day and I loved it so much I asked him if I could use it on my blog. I was planning to elaborate and embellish, one (two?) of my specialties. The thing is, every time I start to do that, it’s not as good as when I just leave it alone. So, here it is, in all of its sparse, wise, glory: