I called Mom last night.  Each Thursday evening I usually do this.   Each of us siblings takes a different evening to call Mom, ever since Dad died last year.    During our conversation, amongst other topics, Mom and I reminisced about our many Easter sunrise services attended as a family through the years.    Some of our favorite were those on top of Long Meadow.   Long Meadow is just as its name suggests - - - a long meadow on top of a mountain, almost 5,000 feet in elevation.     Members of our small country chapel would drive up to this meadow early on Easter morning in time to watch the breath-taking sunrise from high atop the mountain meadow.    What an awesome vantage point for an incredible sunrise view!

As an early teen I recall one Long Meadow sunrise in particular.     As we were gathered on the ridge in the early morning darkness, just prior to dawn, watching the beginning of the sunrise, suddenly a jet plane and its long vapor jet stream appeared on the horizon.   What a contrast!  Divinity's sun was rising in the east, while at the same time hunanity's invention was soaring across the sky in front of our view of the sunrise.    Humanity seeking to interrupt Easter sunrise!   And, yet, the jet along with its vapor exhaust soon dissipated but the sun remained high and strong in the skies.    Easter would not be stopped.   Sunrise was not to be interrupted.    May you and I be reminded and assurred this Easter and always:  Easter will not be stopped.    Son rise will not be interrupted!  Have a blessed Easter!