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Date: 16 April 2006 09:41:13
I've just come back from the Easter Vigil at our church. It was amazing. There were 10 of us, who stayed up all night, drinking tea and chatting with prayer sessions every 2 hours. As the night progressed, through the prayer sessions, we moved from mournfully recalling Christ's death on the cross, to celebrating His light in our world. The vigil ended with a sunrise service on the beach with a bonfire, fish and bread (which we cooked at ate - just like the first disciples!). Oh yes, and the highlight of the service was definately the impromptu singing of 'Thine be the Glory' (Thanks guys!). Photos of the bonfire service should follow later today.
This Easter Sunday, has definately been started in a lovely way. Though not all Easter Sundays have been as jolly. Ten years ago, a 9 year old ERG, came downstairs on Easter Sunday to breakfast, excitedly anticipating lots of chocolate. Only to be told by her mother that her Grandad had died during the night. I was never particulary close to my Grandad, but it certainly took the wind out of my sails. It always seemed ironic that Jesus came back to life on the same day that my Grandad died. And since then, I always remember him on this day.