He Is Indeed Risen, Y'all!

Happy Resurrection Sunday, Everybody!

Christ is Risen! Christ is Risen! Hallelujah!

Well, I may as well tell y’all: I did in fact go to Sunrise Service with Auntie Gladys… like I had a choice—hahahaha! Let me say this, though: It sure wasn’t easy waking up at five in the morning to go to church, but I did it. Besides, I had Mother Fields’ words resonating in my mind from last Easter—if Christ got up for me, then I can surely get up for Christ. And what I found amazing was that Auntie Gladys said the same thing to me on the way to church this morning.

By the way: Auntie Gladys told me that she “ain’t missed not nann-one Sunrise Service in the past 30 years.” That is a marvelous record, considering that this was my very first Sunrise Service that I ever attended… in the South, anyway. I will say this, though: I enjoyed it very much! Auntie Gladys’ church was about eightysomething percent full, and her pastor preached from Mark 16:6, with a very simple topic: “He’s Alive!”

And as you can see in the photo that I retrieved from the internet, Jesus Christ is very much alive. Even now, he is seated at the Right Hand of our Heavenly Father—and even though I am nineteen years old, I would like to be in that number when the saints go marching in. Ironically enough, they sang that song at church this morning, and as we were singing, I hunched Auntie Gladys and told her: “I don’t care what number I am—three, five thousand, or 16,989,315—as long as I’m in that number when God calls me.”

Auntie Gladys just winked at me and said: “You betta come on and say that, Child!”

I cannot say officially if this is a new tradition for me, but I can tell you that I enjoyed every moment of my first Southern Resurrection Sunday service. And I may as well go ahead and tell you that Auntie Gladys’ church don’t mess around when it comes to breakfast. I wanted to put a biscuit and a sausage patty in my purse, but I didn’t want it to permeate throughout the church… hahahaha!

Now, we’re supposed to be going over to Great Aunt Donna’s for Easter dinner—and I have it on good authority that Great Aunt Reesie, Cousin Jade, and Cousin Erica are on their way, even as of this blog post. After it’s all said and done, though, I’m gonna head back to Bearcat Country.

Oh, and while I have this opportunity, I want to wish a special Happy 19th Birthday to my roommate and fellow Bearcat, Miss Ruby Red herself, Ruby Jean Hudspeth! Celebrate it well, Girlie! Love ya lots!

Well, I guess I had better be going, but I’m gonna close this blog the best way I know how: This is a song that we sang at Auntie Gladys’ church—“He’s Alive” by DeAndre Patterson.

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha