When I was growing up, Easter was an occasion. The choir practiced new songs, the priest wore a different colour robe (vestments?), there was a build-up to Good Friday with its austerity and sorrow, followed by a real sense of celebration on Easter Sunday when "The angel rolled the stone away". Even the songs were different and special, more meaningful because only sung on this one occasion.
I fully understand the idea of celebrating the Cross and the resurrection "every day"; yet also see some sense in this one, special weekend when everyone - Christian or not - pauses to reflect.
I am sad that my children don't know some of the glorious Easter hymns I learned - songs full of truth and triumph, like this one:
Low in the grave he lay, Jesus my Saviour, waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord.
Then up from the grave He arose, with a mighty triumph oe'r His foes!
He arose victorious from the dark domain, and He lives forever with His saints to reign;
He arose, He arose, Hallelujah! Christ arose!
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