Stealing Easter
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Stealing Easter

Growing up in Montana, Good Friday was an often snowy, three-hour noontime service, “Seven Last Words From the Cross.”  We got the day off from elementary school for such religious things back then. (Yes, I lived in ancient times.) Impressionable, I’d shed a tear as our Lutheran pastor whispered those first words from the cross: “Father, forgive them…”  … Continue reading