'Twas the day after Easter and the plastic grass is semi-glued to the candy. Halves of plastic eggs are lurking in the yard ready to pulverize bare feet and become shrapnel for the push mower. Tummy aches and leftover sugar highs are making parents more miserable than the kids. Tiny suits and dresses hang in closest and photos are sent out to develop.
'Twas the day after Easter and millions of people brim with the joy of the Lord. They rejoice in the love of Christ's sacrifice, they revel in the morning arrival at the tomb; they shout with the millions on high, "He is risen! Christ is risen indeed!" But Monday has arrived. Spring break is over and it's time to go back to work, back to school. It's time to return to the mundane and leave our spiritual high behind.



