Easter Sunday!

As I’m writing up this blog post, the radio is playing “Hallelujah!” from Handel’s Messiah. Does a more beloved hymn exist?!

We had a big family gathering at our house last night…ham and deviled eggs, salads, fruit, rolls…and my older brother made Easter red velvet Cupcakes! He put them on a bed of green plastic Easter grass and told us that an added benefit was that we could floss, afterwards.

I was so busy yesterday that I didn’t get a chance to catch up on the giveaway. The winners are: Kaye W, NancyLee, Cortney and Shelley. Ladies, if you could send me your addresses, (suzanne at suzannewoodsfisher dot com) I’ll try to get them in the mail soon. It might take me a little while (I was hoping to do it yesterday but never slowed down!) but they will get to you.

I think of Saint Paul’s words on a day like today, that if we are wrong about the resurrection of Jesus Christ, we are to be pitied above all others. “If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are to be pitied more than all men” (I Corinthians 15:19, niv).

Paul was addressing a belief in Corinth in which many were saying there was no ressurection of the body. He goes on to underline our great foundational belief:

“But Christ has indeed been raised from the dead” (1 Corinthians 15:20, niv).

That belief is what our faith is staked on. And what a difference it makes to believe that truth! It makes all the difference in the world.

Happy Easter to each one of you!

The Lord has risen! He has risen, indeed!

About Suzanne

Suzanne Woods Fisher writes bestselling, award winning fiction and non-fiction books about the Old Order Amish for Revell Books. Her interest in the Plain People began with her Old Order German Baptist grandfather, raised in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. Suzanne's app, Amish Wisdom, delivers a daily Amish proverb to your phone or iPad. She writes a bi-monthly column for Christian Post and Cooking & Such magazine. She lives with her family in California and raises puppies for Guide Dogs for the Blind. To Suzanne's way of thinking, you can't take life too seriously when a puppy is running through your house with someone's underwear in its mouth.