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Sunday’s On The Way! by Valerie J. Patterson

When I was a child and it was Good Friday, my mom made my sisters and I be quiet from noon until 3 PM.  I’m not saying she didn’t allow us to speak or move.  I’m saying she had us be quiet little ladies instead of the rambunctious, high energy, giggling and carrying on powerhouses we normally were on a day off from school.  Every year she’d explain to us that this was the time Christ suffered and died for us and we needed to slow down and think about what that meant.

Most Good Fridays, we’d go across the street to our neighbor’s house and sit with the children that lived there on their front porch.  We’d color or read or play dolls but we were never loud or obnoxious.  My mom and a few of the neighbor ladies would gather in the kitchen at my house and talk amongst themselves.

As a child I never fully understood what it meant–this noon to 3PM pause.  It wasn’t until I was in junior high that I began to understand what an amazing sacrifice Christ made for me.  It wasn’t until high school that I fully understood what inconceivable pain and agony Christ endured so that I could be forgiven and have a right relationship with God.  As an adult, Easter has become my favorite time of year.  I cannot gaze upon a crown of thorns without tears springing to my eyes.  It’s personal between Christ and I, as it is meant to be.  I have His blood and His resurrection as my assurance that my transgressions are forgiven.  I’m not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, and the great thing about it is that Christ knows I’m flawed and He loves me in spite of those flaws.

This Good Friday–as with all Good Fridays in my lifetime–I will be quiet and reflectful and I will be thankful that Sunday’s on the way!

Until next time, I hope your Easter is a truly blessed one!

If Easter Eggs Don’t Wash Their Legs Their Children Will Have Ducks by Valerie J. Patterson

That line is from a song aptly titled “The Nonsense Song”.  It’s a song I learned as a child.  Every once in a while I sing it for the bubbly hubby and—for my effort—he graces me with a smile, a shake of his head, and a squeeze of my hand.

Today’s blog is not so much about nonsense as it is about traditions.

St. Patrick’s Day and Easter—both holidays right around the corner—are steeped in tradition.

My grandmother—Dad’s mom—with the maiden name of Brady, was Irish and very proud of it.  St. Patrick’s Day was a big deal in her home.  Not because she liked green beer, but because she was a faithful Catholic and Saint Patrick meant something to her and the country where her ancestors lived.

The Wearing of the Green—commonly misinterpreted as wearing green for Ireland actually means to wear a shamrock on one’s clothing.  St. Patrick often explained the Holy Trinity using the three leaves of the shamrock.

Annually, Dublin, Ohio holds a huge Irish Festival that showcases fabulous Irish music, dancing, and dress.

Irish Truth—It is often that a person’s mouth broke his nose.  I don’t think that really needs interpretation, but just in case:  If one keeps his mouth shut, he removes all reason for someone to plant a fist on his nose!

March 17 commemorates the date of death for Saint Patrick, the Apostle of Ireland.

Legend states that St. Patrick banished all snakes from Ireland by chasing them into the sea after they attacked him while he was fasting on a hill.

Traditionally, St. Patrick’s Day is full of parades, celebration, and drinking all over the world, not just in Ireland.

Easter comes with its own traditions from the coloring of eggs to the wearing of Easter bonnets, spotless white dresses, and patent leather shoes.  From hunting for hidden Easter eggs to devouring candy found on artificial grass inside a straw basket, to looking for the Easter Bunny.

The Egg Bump—traditionally each player brings their own decorated hard boiled egg to the competition.  Two players stand across from each other and roll their egg into the egg of their opponent, bumping eggs.  The player whose egg cracks is out of the competition.  Play continues until only one intact egg remains.

Early Christians stained eggs red as a symbol of the blood Christ shed.  The egg traditionally represents life.

The Paschal Greeting is exclaimed on Easter Sunday.  Instead of “hello” it is customary to say, “Christ is risen” to which the response, “He is risen indeed!” is returned.

Easter also—for me and my family—celebrates the resurrection of Christ on the third day after the crucifixion, offering salvation to all who wish to accept it.

For you and your family, I hope there are traditions that are held precious and dear to your heart, that are steeped in meaning and sentiment, and that are shared with each new generation that arrives.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day and Happy Easter to all of you!

Until next time, take care and be happy.