Easter is upon us, and I wanted to send greetings with those of you who celebrate this holiday. I also wanted to reach out to those of you who don’t. I wondered how I might do this, and I finally decided that the best way would be to share a personal story.
I am not sure how religious I am. Now in my 40’s I am still trying to work that question out, mostly without much luck.
But Easter is special for me, and I thought today I would tell you why.
When I think of Easter, I can immediately smell hot cross buns.
I grew up on a farm in the middle of nowhere in New Zealand, and we did not go to church that often, mainly because church was a tiny chapel in a nearby village and there were only services for Christmas, Easter, Weddings and Christ
enings.
I will never forget Easter Sunday though. We would dress in the morning, dad would find an excuse to disappear and the rest of us, my mother, me, my brother, and my two younger sisters would go to Church. When we got home my mother would make hot cross buns. If we were good, and I hope, washed our hands, we could put the crosses on the buns.
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