The sanctuary was beautiful. We were obviously in an area of town with a lot of money. Everything was grand. As we waited for the service to start, I remember thinking "How do people find God amongst all of this 'stuff'. Amongst all of this 'grandeur'". Then I realized what a stupid thought that was. Rich people have faith and God too. If I went to my original theory, the only true faith and the only place to find God would be in small country, poor churches. And that doesn't make sense either.
I don't know if it was the choir, the music, the stained glass or what but God was there for me that day. Easter is one of my favorite church Sundays. It's what it is all about. I was moved. I was so honored to be able to share that experience with my daughter too.
It's funny because later in the car, Charlie said the exact opposite. He made the comment that the church is so big and so grand that it would be hard to find God there. His comment was based on the fact that it seemed easy to get lost there. I understand what he was talking about. But I also know that if you look, God was definitely there that day and every day.
Sadly, this is the best family Easter picture I got. Laci saw her muff in the car and had to put it on when I pulled the camera out. She looks like she is about to rob a train! :)