When I was about 9–10 years old, I decided to show off my tractor driving skills with my uncle’s tractor. My cousins and siblings didn’t believe I could drive it, but I had driven a tractor many times, accompanied by my dad, so was sure I could drive it myself. My uncle let me give it a try.

It quickly turned into a near catastrophe. I headed right toward a machine shed and knocked a corner off of it. My observers were delighted at my failed attempt, but my uncle came running to me. He helped this scared, embarrassed, crying girl down from the tractor and said loudly enough for all to hear,

“Darn brakes! I thought they had been fixed!  So glad you are not hurt.”

My uncle was Easter to me that day. His love great enough to cover and love every bit of foolish me.

Leonard Cohen said it well:

“I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.” 

Happy Resurrection Day!

Rev. Jolene Bergstrom Carlson
Executive Director/President

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