We all went to the early morning service for Easter here in our neck of the woods. Mom and Dad left for church before the field mice gave Tabby and I our secret knock on the window pane.
Tabby and I dressed in our finest Easter frocks just as we'd watch Mom and Dad do. Easter is one of the holidays that's special to us all here at our house. It's one of those holiday's that's honored from one generation to the other in Mom's family. (meaning we all go along with Mom's plans for us on Easter or it's one of those, if Mom's not happy No one's happy kind of holidays) BOL
As Tabby and I walked down the path to the chapel deep in the woods we each thought of furiends we hadn't seen in a while that were sure to be at the sunrise service. Remembering the Wiley Fox family I let out a chuckle thinking of the antic's the fox cubs got up to at the summer picnic the year before. I reminded Tabby of "the fox cub incident", Tabby gave a grimace and snarled, "I hope those cubs are better behaved this Easter". I gave Tabby an admonishing looking. Tabby replying said," Well, they were completely out of control, my poor tail will never look the same."
As we reached the clearing where the service was to be held, the simple beauty of the place would rival any story book setting. Spring was definitely showing off all its finery for Easter. The tree's canopy a kaleidoscope of pastels, the forest floor abloom with wildflowers, the congregation of forest furiends all in agreement of the beauty and glory of God's handy work.
After catching up and visiting with friends Tabby and I took our seats just as the doves began to sing their songs reminding everyone that church was about to start.
As the doves sang their final notes Oscar the wise old Owl walked to the podium and began his Easter message. Now Oscar had given the Easter message far longer than Molly had been coming to the little clearing in the forest. He was by far the oldest and wisest creature in the woods. Oscar had seen it all and quite possibly knew it all. He had a simple faith that had been tested a thousand times throughout his life. Molly knew she was in for a treat and a simple morsel of faith that she'd be pondering on long into the week. With a happy sigh Molly snuggled next to Tabby cat and began listening to the words Oscar was sharing for Easter.
Molly's heart was moved as she sat listening to the Easter message, and like a lightning bolt splits a tree in the storm ,
Oscars words hit home in her heart and took on new meaning when he said, "As Jesus was on the cross lifting up His voice and cried, "It is finished, He didn't mean HIs life was ebbing away, or His Fathers' plan had been destroyed.
Though His death was indeed near, Jesus realized the last obstacle had been overcome and the last enemy defeated. He had successfully completed the task of redemption. His words, It is finished, was our invitation to walk through Heavens door; as His act of obedience, even death on a cross had broken the last chain death.
Change is a constant in all our lives, but the one thing that never changes is the cross and all it stands for.
Love and Peace,
Molly, Tabby and our Mom
Tabby and I dressed in our finest Easter frocks just as we'd watch Mom and Dad do. Easter is one of the holidays that's special to us all here at our house. It's one of those holiday's that's honored from one generation to the other in Mom's family. (meaning we all go along with Mom's plans for us on Easter or it's one of those, if Mom's not happy No one's happy kind of holidays) BOL
As Tabby and I walked down the path to the chapel deep in the woods we each thought of furiends we hadn't seen in a while that were sure to be at the sunrise service. Remembering the Wiley Fox family I let out a chuckle thinking of the antic's the fox cubs got up to at the summer picnic the year before. I reminded Tabby of "the fox cub incident", Tabby gave a grimace and snarled, "I hope those cubs are better behaved this Easter". I gave Tabby an admonishing looking. Tabby replying said," Well, they were completely out of control, my poor tail will never look the same."
As we reached the clearing where the service was to be held, the simple beauty of the place would rival any story book setting. Spring was definitely showing off all its finery for Easter. The tree's canopy a kaleidoscope of pastels, the forest floor abloom with wildflowers, the congregation of forest furiends all in agreement of the beauty and glory of God's handy work.
After catching up and visiting with friends Tabby and I took our seats just as the doves began to sing their songs reminding everyone that church was about to start.
As the doves sang their final notes Oscar the wise old Owl walked to the podium and began his Easter message. Now Oscar had given the Easter message far longer than Molly had been coming to the little clearing in the forest. He was by far the oldest and wisest creature in the woods. Oscar had seen it all and quite possibly knew it all. He had a simple faith that had been tested a thousand times throughout his life. Molly knew she was in for a treat and a simple morsel of faith that she'd be pondering on long into the week. With a happy sigh Molly snuggled next to Tabby cat and began listening to the words Oscar was sharing for Easter.
Molly's heart was moved as she sat listening to the Easter message, and like a lightning bolt splits a tree in the storm ,
Oscars words hit home in her heart and took on new meaning when he said, "As Jesus was on the cross lifting up His voice and cried, "It is finished, He didn't mean HIs life was ebbing away, or His Fathers' plan had been destroyed.
Though His death was indeed near, Jesus realized the last obstacle had been overcome and the last enemy defeated. He had successfully completed the task of redemption. His words, It is finished, was our invitation to walk through Heavens door; as His act of obedience, even death on a cross had broken the last chain death.
Change is a constant in all our lives, but the one thing that never changes is the cross and all it stands for.
Love and Peace,
Molly, Tabby and our Mom
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