By Kathy Nance
I have an Easter dress.
This is the first time since high school I’ve chosen one.
I’ve visited Christian churches for special occasions. But I’m a visitor only. I get restless as a toddler sitting through the long sermons on uncomfortable pews. The hymns don’t speak to me any more than does the idea that I need a sacrificial deity to save me from eternal damnation Thanks for the invitation to come again, but really, I just need to dance in the woods.
So why the Easter dress? Why, after years of brunch-only celebrations with my own family, am I actually going to attend services?
Love.
