Last year I wrote about how I often find it hard over the Easter long weekend to really connect to the story of Jesus crucifixion and ressurection.  I always really want to but everything always feels a little empty.  This year I had a good year.

On Good Friday I went to the Stations of the Cross ran by the Aboriginal Catholic Church.  It was a really special and reflective time.  We walked along the river with people carrying the cross. We stopped every few metres beside an Aborignal artwork depicting part of the story of the crucifixion, we read that part of the story and prayed.  Much of it was Arrenrte.

On Easter Sunday I went to my home church.  We read the story and talked about it what it meant to us. After I faciliatated a communion.  I used one of the liturgies I used to love when attending St John’s Glebe.  Breaking bread and sharing wine with people to remember Jesus really is very powerful for me.

On the block we had a big Easter lunch and the kids had an Easter Egg hunt.  Having kids around to do those sorts of things is really great.