Easter

Today is the day that Christ rose from the dead. He did what no other could do and people still fought against him. He was sincere about it and had no other reason for it other than to fulfill his fathers will. And still people do not believe. The apostles did not believe and they chose to wait until they were forced to believe. Until they actually saw him, and even then, some not until they felt the wounds in his hand.  Were they all equally righteous? Were they all faithful? I think that they were, at least I hope that they were. We all have our moments of faith and question. I'm in my moment of question. I want to believe so terribly badly, but my heart hurts too much. 

Today, in our youth Sunday school class, we talked about the reason we celebrate Easter. It was amazing to see that many of the students did not know the true reason for Easter. Mostly, the answer was about family, good reason but not what I was thinking. We talked about the importance of the symbols of eater, egg, rabbit, new beginnings, gifts. One interesting thing was that one of the students talked about the egg and how when you open the egg, the you leaves and the egg is emptied like an empty tomb. 

This lesson was so difficult to teach. I talked about pay and shared that. Jacob shared that he had a friend die last year at school. He said that she was happy and a kind and that she liked to donate her hair to cancer patients. And then he heard that she hung herself. My focus was not to talk about depression or sadness, but that is where it went. We talked about how we need to make sure that we treat everyone like a brother or sister. That we never know what is going on in their minds. 

Pay struggled so much with anxiety. I struggle with depression. We worked together. We were not perfect but together we were better. I asked the students today how they would feel if they were one of the persons that Christ had heeled and how they would have felt at the time their savior died? Of course, then I thought about Peter and how he reacted after hearing Christ was risen.

6 He is not here, but is risen: remember how he spake unto you when he was yet in Galilee,

7 Saying, The Son of man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again.

8 And they remembered his words,

9 And returned from the sepulchre, and told all these things unto the eleven, and to all the rest.

10 It was Mary Magdalene, and Joanna, and Mary the mother of James, and other women that were with them, which told these things unto the apostles.

11 And their words seemed to them as idle tales, and they believed them not.

12 Then arose Peter, and ran unto the sepulchre; and stooping down, he beheld the linen clothes laid by themselves, and departed, wondering in himself at that which was come to pass.

Peter lost his best friend. He also betrayed him and so terribly wanted to say he was sorry. So when he heard this news he was shocked to believe it.

Poop

I don't know why I am always the one to deal with the potty, but tonight was priceless. Patrick thinks it is so funny to go potty. Lately he will repeatedly tell me, while I am getting him dressed, "I gonna pre on you." Please read it in a melodic mock, lately everything is in song or very dramatic. Then he says, "psssss!" And laughs hysterically. If I tell him that what he is saying is yucky, he does it more, so inhale to ignore his threats.

Now when he goes number 2 it is a different story. He will scrunch up his face, ask to hold my hands and then with the most forced and cheesy grin he begs for me to put my forehead against his and will try to push our heads together. Oh and at random times he will jumpnupnfromnthe potty and give me a bear hug. What a ham.

So tonight he was in his usual mood of pooping and he had started, but then went to touch it. I of course told him no and expressed how yucky it was. He stopped and with a sweet smile held my hands and then with all his force tried to put my hands in the potty and in the most quiet voice he whispered, as he looked stray into my eyes, as if he was giving me a serious reprimand, said, "TOUCH... THE...POOP.... KNOW."

Oh my, what am I going to do with him?