Sunrise was at 6:58 a.m. Sunday and the township hall echoed with greetings of "He is Risen!" and the response, "He is Risen Indeed!"
Our church met at the township hall for our Sunrise Service. Though it was early in the morning, it wasn't as early as usual--this year we met at 7 a.m. instead of 6 a.m. A seven o'clock meeting was still plenty early enough for us to wake up to alarm clocks and for David to adjust the electric piano to one and a half steps lower than normal in anticipation of singing "He Lives!"
After the service we shared breakfast--a feast of pancakes, sausage, eggs, fruit, donuts, juice, coffee and tea--in the basement. In the hour after breakfast and before Sunday school, some of us girls walked the two miles from the township hall to the church building. The walk is a tradition with us. The exercise and fresh air ward of the lethargy that threatens to set in after a big meal--besides it gives us time to talk.