As I sat at Easter Lunch today, I watched the beautiful people around me. We humans, come in many intricate costumes of life. Our joy and suffering we wear with pride on our faces. Walking up to the Turn, a friendly young man asked if MJ and I would like a ride to the front door. I wondered why…Then I knew. We had that special look… that scent of life… young eyes… white hair… hopeful resilience. Church was inspiring, uplifting… a swelling of tears. A gentleman was there who had been quite ill…he looked beatific this morning. ‘Were you there when they crucified my Lord…were you there when they nailed him to the cross…sometime it causes me to tremble…tremble…tremble.’

As we drove by the Catholic Church, folks were hiding Easter Eggs. We have read the Book. The promises are lovely…the Story is an edge-of-your-seat thriller…Mary did not recognize Jesus when she saw him at the tomb…how many times have we not recognized him?

‘Everyone hide your eyes…the Eggs are almost hidden…soon we will discover the prize,’ Peter Rabbit said. ‘The Desire of the Ages…the King of Kings…walking with us…dinner with us…laughing with us,’ Peter Rabbit continued. ‘We the forgotten…we raise our hand, but no one calls on us…We stood in line, but no one hired us…We lived and died unknown and unwanted…until the Teacher came on the scene,’ Peter R proclaimed. ‘He saw us…he recognized our value…he wanted us on his team…we were there when they crucified our Lord,’ PR said.

‘He passed among us…We did not see him…He spoke to us…We did not hear him…he saw us…We then…saw him,’ Mary M said. ‘His eyes were sad and full of compassion…he understood the frustration of the forgotten,’ Mary M noted. ‘Many looked away when they saw us…he looked at us…into our souls…into our hearts…He saw us…He was one of us…He knew us…We knew him,’ Mary M said softly.

‘I saw him in the street in front of Joseph’s Carpentery shop,’ Peter said. ‘He was the Teacher…yet changed,’ Peter said. ‘When he looked at me, I knew it was him…he smiled his familiar smile,’ Peter mused. ‘He told me that we would meet that night…to bring Thomas…we would talk of new things…we would plan for the wait before the end of the Story,’ Peter said softly.