We had a lovely time this weekend with family traditions.
One of the things we were advised to do before moving overseas was to establish portable family traditions–those that could be done in a variety of settings.
We began with some early risers (before 6 am), as the kids were eager to find the treasures that had come in a package from Tante Ester.
After a little hunt around the living room and breakfast etc we all loaded up into a taxi and headed off to church.
The government church we attend somewhat regularly was jam packed for the 8:30 service.
This is one of 5 registered churches in our city, and they have a 6:30 am, 8:30 am, 10:30 am and 3:00 pm service on Sundays.
About 1500 people attend on a weekend, but I’m sure that number was much higher on Sunday due to a special program that was taking place.
We even recognized some familiar Easter hymns sung in Chinese.
It was a joy to be with these precious people on such a day of rejoicing and hope.
Afterwards we had a brunch with our Sunday foreigner’s group, a time of discussion with the children using homemade resurrection eggs a friend had made, and communion.
Then the long -awaited egg hunt took place outside.
A couple of the dads ran down first to plant the eggs around the courtyard, and then the kids were released.
Much shrieking and rejoicing could be heard as plastic and hardboiled eggs were found everywhere.
Happy Resurrection Day, every day of the year, dear friends!