My family wasn’t religious, but my mother always wanted me and my sisters to have new clothes for Easter, right down to our underwear. She always said that Easter was a new beginning, a time to start over, and we must dress in all things new.
My mother never went to church on Easter, so I wondered where she got her theology, but looking back on her words; I can’t help but think that she was on to something. I wish that I could talk with her today about how right she was and share with her all the blessings that Easter brings into my life; a time to remember when Christ came into my heart, a time of forgiveness, joy and, most of all, peace.
She was baptized at 95, and I held her hand as tears rolled down her face.
Adapted from an April 6, 2015 post, “Easter Means New Beginnings,” by Patti Austin from the Women of the ELCA blog.
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