Hey friends,
We’re well into April and we hope and pray that it’s stopped snowing wherever you are. And if it’s not… strength and peace to you. You’ve earned extra chocolate and a night in front of Netflix.
Life’s felt expansive and hard and also really fun lately. Would love to hear how you all are doing. Always feel free to leave an update in the comments below, hit reply on these emails or hang out in the Substack chat thread. We love hearing from all of you.
Much love,
Gabby and Chris
Post-Easter Musings
By Gabby Llewellyn
It was Sunday night, a little after 8:00pm. Chris and I finally slumped onto the couch and exhaled, the way you do after putting in another marathon day of parenting.
This Easter felt weird.
Partly because we couldn’t make it to church (kids who woke up throughout the night in two hour intervals made sure of that.) But also because Easter feels weird these days.
Easter can be a landmine for the deconstructing Christian. Because once you start pulling the building blocks of your faith one-by-one and reexamining them, you can’t not touch Easter.
And yet, it’s this event that feels like the ultimate lynchpin of Christianity. What does that mean about your faith if you pull it apart as well? Sometimes it’s just easier to leave on the shelf, to not disturb that one.
I have never enjoyed apologetics, and I’m not about to start enjoying them now here in this essay. But what I will say is that, for me, I’ve always been way more compelled to faith by the life of Jesus, than convinced by his death (and resurrection). Way before I ever questioned a single thing about my faith, I always felt Easter was just part of the story.