As a pastor, you might expect me to say my earliest memory of Easter was time spent in church. Actually my earliest memory of Easter was of preparing for my very first egg hunt at our community park. I was so excited as I put on my running shoes and grabbed my basket, ready for adventure and chocolate! As soon as the horn blew we all made a mad dash to grab as many plastic and chocolate eggs as humanly possible. I realized early on that my skills as an egg hunter left something to be desired. Finally I did get one egg and was thrilled with my accomplishment. As soon
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