Easter in India is very different. No daffodils or spring lamb or familiar church traditions. Especially as the Hindu New Year coincded with Good Friday. It was for me a chance to stop for a brief monent and consider the true meaning of life and salvation. I missed being able to be at church but was able to read the Easter story sitting on a beach overlooking the Indian ocean and watch the sunrise over the Kerala backwaters. Swimming at dawn, I was remembering that ancient dawn when Mary found the stone rolled away and the truth of Christ's resurrection began to be made known. What an amazing moment. My sister, Jan and her husband Graham arrived on Easter Sunday complete with M@S hotcross buns and chocolate eggs for the teams here. They are spending 2 weeks here and seem to be enjoying every moment.
I hope you all had a special time in whatever way you celebrate and sense the hope of a new spring and new life.
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