Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead. 1 Peter 1:3
Easter in Sweden was pretty lovely. It is called Påsk in Swedish, or if you are me Pack (I mispronounced it and it has not been forgotten :). A lot of neighbors have placed sticks with feathers on them in front of their houses. Daffodils and tulips were out for sale everwhere, such cheery beautiful flowers make me really feel like spring. We celebrated on Saturday instead of how we do back home on Sunday. Our friend Jonas invited Eryk and I to spend it at his house outside of Lindesberg, which happened to be an over 100 yr old farmhouse complete with the farm!
We had an egg picking competition with hard boiled decorated eggs, which Eryk won. If you have never done egg picking before it is a battle between your egg and everyone else’s. The last person who’s egg is unscathed after the match ups is the winner. We had the traditional Swedish smörgåsbord of herring, salmon and of course meatballs! There was also potatoes, home made bread, eggs and caviar/shrimp, mimosa salad, Påskmust the drink, assorted cheese, crackers, gravy, godis, and pana cotta a delicious gelatin dessert with berries. It was a proper Easter meal eaten in a traditional Swedish house with the company of a “standard Swedish cat” who was as old as the house was (about 120 years old) and a table full of Swedish friends. It was a great afternoon.
The only tradition I missed from home was the Easter Sunday Service. I was too exhausted from being temporarily nocturnal (I get that way before transitions) to experience Easter Sunday in Lindesberg Kyrka as I did Christmas Eve service. I love Easter service back home. Everyone brings flowers from their gardens at home to church and decorates a cross with all of the flowers. It is a beautiful tradition, my thoughts were with Faith Lutheran on Sunday.