I think Easter is real

I almost feel guilty saying this, but I'm not sure I really GOT Easter until this year. Hold your gasp for just one second while I try and figure out why... I think it's because of the whole routine of it all - there is such little variety in it every year it's like it's become a holy box ticking exercise where we go "Good Friday bank holiday half day - check" "Saturday just like any other - check" "Church on Sunday followed Easter eggs - check!"

It doesn't carry the same weight commercially as Christmas, and as a result I might be a Christian that's forgotten how to celebrate Easter. But we did something different this year which was just what we needed to snap out of another year of stale tradition.

This picture is a poor res image of our communion table before our church service on Good Friday. When we take communion we use it as a tool to remember Jesus' death and it's an imitation of the 'Last Supper' where Jesus spent some time with his friends over a meal. That's a meal. Not a 1cm squared piece of bread and a thimble of juice. So at our church on Friday we ordered 55 loaves of bread and had jugs of juice... I ate so much bread I sat sooo bloated through the sermon. The message that day said there's room for everyone to eat at this table (there was loads left over!), no matter who you are, what you've done or where you've been, Jesus died so there would always be room at his table.

I get it now.