Around October, we all start thinking about Christmas. It's on our minds for months. I start listening to carols on the radio at the beginning of December. We all shop in advance. It takes over our lives, most of us, for a good long while.
And yet Easter is this Sunday, and I keep forgetting. I have picked up a little Easter gift or two this week. Haven't gotten my daughter anything yet. I think I may need to buy a dress, but I haven't shopped or even looked around.
The birth of Christ is monumental and important. But plenty of historians believe that Jesus existed; the existence of the person doesn't make our faith. The resurrection of the Son of God is what made our salvation. Where's the pageantry around this holiday? Where's the excitement? Isn't this where joy to the world really belongs?
Where's my own sense of celebration?
