On Easter Sunday, I got up very early (of course) to get ready for the Sunrise Service.
As I made my way into the kitchen to prepare my English muffin (with honey, thank you) and hard boiled egg, I noticed a small piece of scratch paper on the kitchen counter.
On the paper, I saw the chicken scrawl that passes for my 18 year old son Riley’s handwriting. So I read it.
It was a note to me. It said, in the sort of earthy vernacular of high school football players, what might be delicately translated as “break a leg for Jesus today.”
Now that’s not what he wrote, but that’s what he meant.
I was pretty grateful that an 18 year old would recognize the ministry importance of Easter Sunday for his preacher dad, and then take the time to write a note spurring me on.
And the day just got better from there.
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It’s pretty awesome when they say or do something that make you stop and say with pride “he gets it”! Praise God for those moments. Yesterday was an incredible service. Lots of conversation afterwards with my teen about straddling the lines in life, school, friends, choices, etc.
Great job on bringing the true meaning of Easter home and not fluffing it up.