Until We Celebrate Easter Everyday

Easter 1973 | until we celebrate easter everyday

Easter Sunday, three years old, with Easter basket and new white shoes

I drink in this time of year.

I absolutely love Easter and the springtime that surrounds it. Creation testifies what we Christians know to be trueโ€”Christ is risen!

What could be more encouraging and powerful than being assured of the newness of life, the new day that is sure to dawn, the new heavens and the new earth in which we will walk?

Two years ago, we buried my mother. I miss her every day. But I miss her especially now. At Easter. In the springtime.

It seems appropriate that her favorite hymn was “Morning Has Broken,” which, to me, has “Easter” written all over and through it. My mother faced her death with great courage and confidence because she knew the hymn lyrics were true:

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day

My mother celebrated 77 Easters on this earth. How many pairs of high heels did she wear with new dresses all those years? How many Easter (and Holy Week-themed) sermons did she hear? How many hams did she bake? How many asparagus casseroles did she make?

Every year, my mother celebrated the resurrection of Christ as she did the year before and the year before that. It was the day that officially initiated the wearing of white shoes and the carrying of white handbags. It was a special occasion to gather the family for a hearty meal that always featured baked ham, scalloped potatoes, asparagus casserole, strawberry shortcake, and congealed salad.

It was the one day each year when the entire church sang loudly, “Christ The Lord Has Risen Today,” when the excitement was palpable inside the First Presbyterian Church sanctuary in Shelbyville, Tennessee. The altar cloths had been changed to white, signifying new birth. Easter lilies dotted the pulpit. Sunlight beamed through the stained glass windows. Everything seemed brighter, lighter, and full of joy.

Indeed, every bit of my Easter experience announced the resurrection and the newness of lifeโ€”the rebirth. The clothes, the food, the music, the flowers, and the colors screamed out, “Jesus lives!”

And my mother gladly joined in. On this earth, she gave her family traditions, so that we could hang our remembrances upon meaningful symbols of Easter.

And I’m so glad she did. Because when each Spring rolls around, even though I miss my mother, I have overwhelming hope.

Because I know that she is living Easter right now. Every day. Every moment. She was (and is) such a picture of grace and courage in the face of death. In the end, her theme song proved true and she rejoiced because she knew that the flimsy hospital gown she wore as she took her last breath was not her final apparel.

She knew on the other side waited her new Easter dress, the robe of Christ’s righteousness.

Yes, my mother gets to celebrate Easter all the time.

And I wouldn’t be surprised if, somehow, she gets to enjoy a new pair of white shoes and a serving of asparagus casserole every now and then, too.


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Want to make your own asparagus casserole?
Here’s a recipe that tastes just like my mom’s.
Asparagus Casserole
2 cans asparagus tips
2 cups medium white sauce
6 hard boiled eggs
1 cup buttered cracker crumbs
1/2 cup grated American cheese
salt and pepper to taste
Add cheese to white sauce. In a buttered large casserole dish, in alternate layers of asparagus, white sauce, and sliced eggs.
Cover top with buttered cracker crumbs.
Bake in 350-degree oven for 20 minutes.
Instead of using milk in your sauce drain your asparagus and use the liquid.
  • Oh, this is bittersweet but so full of hope. My favorite part? How you said your mom knew her hospital gown was not her final attire. What a glorious reminder of how death on earth means walking straight to eternal life in our perfected bodies! Thank you for this reminder of the hope of Easter! (Visiting from the link up. I’m sharing my #tbt at our family blog, http://www.hanesfamilychronicles.blogspot. com)

    • Oh, thank you so much, Stephanie! Yes – to me, Easter is all about the hope of what we know is ahead. ๐Ÿ™‚

      Appreciate your visiting and commenting.

  • Hi Mary! I’m chiming in here from our blogger group! ๐Ÿ™‚ What a sweet, sweet story, Mary. Thank you for sharing. I just love what this time of year stands for…new hope…new life…all the birds chirping and flowers blooming…(although my sinuses don’t particularly care for that part…hehe…) I’ve been looking for a great Asparagus Casserole and will be pinning this to my must-try pinterest board! Blessings to you and yours!

    • Krista, thanks so much for the sweet, sweet comments. Thanks for stopping in and I hope you love that casserole. ๐Ÿ™‚

  • Bren McClain

    Hi there, Mary. I’m here from our blogger group, too. I lost my mom 12 years ago, and I am with you on how you miss your mother. You talk of her asparagus casserole — mine’s signature dish was macaroni and cheese. Thanks for sharing your memories. You helped stir mine.

    • Thank you, Bren! You are so sweet. My mom made awesome mac and cheese, too. Ahhh … missing mom is an everyday thing, isn’t it? Blessings to you, friend! ๐Ÿ™‚