Before we left on this adventure, Sunny had a few things that she definitely wanted to see: The Grand Canyon, the Statue of Liberty, and the Big Spike.
On our first day in the D.C. area we explored Mt. Vernon with Jack and Aunt Amanda. I had visited this place as a teenager, but I didn’t remember how expansive it was. We interacted with farm animals, learned about Washington’s cutting edge farming techniques, explored the houses and cemetery of the enslaved people, saw George and Martha’s gravesite, learned how to salt-cure fish in a barrel, and meandered through 2 extensive museums.
Brad’s brother is stationed at a military base in Virginia very near D.C., so we were able to utilize a military campground on the base where he lives with his family. We had a beautiful campsite right on the Potomac River. So this destination was another wonderful, busy blend of exploring a new place as well as spending time with people we love.
I realized mid-way through Easter Day that it was the first Easter in 34 years that I didn’t go to church. While the pews of local churches were being filled to overflowing, I was walking into a grocery store in jorts and a wolf t-shirt. In reflecting on this I was reminded that the people in Jesus’ day that were especially concerned with doing all the exactly right religious things were called Pharisees, and a big part of this adventure for us has been a celebration of experiencing our spirituality in new ways. So instead of being part of a big Easter church service or putting on new white shoes this year, we each did some art inspired by the resurrection, listened to a little bit of Rob Bell, and ate strawberry pie. Whether you believe that Jesus was resurrected from the dead or not, you cannot deny that something deep inside of you longs for the story arc of resurrection to be true and real and palpable in your life. For destroyed things to be restored..like a phoenix, or countless other tales, legends and myths from humanity’s history that use this recurring theme.
As for me, I choose in between all of my doubts to believe the insanity that a rebellious Jewish teacher was murdered but didn’t stay dead. And as that continues to inspire and inform the way I live my life, I joyfully celebrated resurrection Sunday in a different way this year, feeling certain that my life right now is ripe with renewal and opportunity for rebirth.