Easter is over. I survived.

I went to church on Easter. I don't know what I was thinking.

I had been busy on Sundays lately, hadn't been to church in a while, and I had some free time this weekend to go to church. In addition, on Good Friday, I dropped in for a few minutes during my lunch hour at a 3-hour long ecumenical event. At that Good Friday event, I heard a sermon that I liked from a seminarian, so it put me in the mood to experience church on Sunday.

I'd love to attend an Easter service that openly discussed and celebrated the idea that the resurrection events depicted by the Evangelists are mythological. I have a year to see if I can find a service like that. Or maybe I'll just skip church services altogether next Easter.