The College Mennonite Church offered an early morning Easter Sunday breakfast, but My Joy and I preferred to eat our own breakfasts in our own apartments. We went to the church service later. I reviewed the service while writing this post. You too may enjoy the authentic hymn singing, classical organ music, a sermon, a communion service, and more by clicking here. If you are interested you may see (and print out) the order of worship by clicking here
The title of the pastor Phil Waite’s sermon was Resurrection Justice. The criminal, sadistic, and inhumane treatment of Jesus on Good Friday was undone by his resurrection on the third day. I left the service with the conviction that the effects of our collective sinning can be undone by a world that lives in the power of the resurrection.
The cross at College Mennonite Church
After the service My Joy and I went to the learning groups of our choice. Borderlands explored ethical issues related to truth telling. Is it ever right to tell a lie, or to shade the truth? Might some circumstances require a lie? What are the relative costs of lying or of telling the truth? Is it possible for someone to be unworthy of the truth?
Since then I have been pondering the mystery of myth-telling. When does a myth convey truth, or when is a myth a lie? I learned recently of a little girl who had just returned from Disney World. She prayed, Thank God for Minnie Mouse, and a happy Easter. When does a myth mislead our children, or prepare them for a successful life?
At noon My Joy and I went to the home of Rachel and Eldon. We joined a collection of five families who were related to us by assorted contingencies of life. There were 15 present. My Joy and I were the only octogenarians. Other grandparents, parents through birth and adoption, and lively siblings and cousins packed the house and dined on grilled meat, side dishes, fruits and salads.
A shadow of me and My Joy in the Garden
In the afternoon My Joy and I went to the Defries (calendar) Garden. A warm spring day seduced families to come to the garden even though the flowers are only beginning to bloom. Jon Cutrell of the Cutrell family from Mennonite Publishing House, Scottdale, Pennsylvania developed the garden. Hear more of its story and see more of its beauty by clicking here
My Joy and I ended our adventures by going to her apartment and feasting on popcorn, peanuts, and dried fruit.
