What Easter Means to Me

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What Easter Means to Me

I remember as a little girl, putting on a bright colored dress and going to church with my grandparents. It was a small town Baptist church. We set on the third pew on the left side. I always got to put a dollar bill into the offering, I ate peppermints the whole service, and I played with this foldable Goldilocks and the Three Bears cloth house the whole service. We would eat a cake shaped like an egg afterwards and share a meal together. For years, that was the extent of my Easter knowledge.

As I got older, I began to navigate the whole church thing on my own. I’ll spare you those boring details, but I want to share with you some of the moments that make Easter count for me. I want to share why Easter is so significant in my life and much more than an occasion…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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