We know that Easter and hats are inseparable. They really are, especially in the Black church. I can't help but think of going as a child with my sister and grandma. New Salem Baptist Church was the 'family' church. For anyone that doesn't know what I mean, it was the one place where my regional family decided to make a spiritual home when they settled in St. Louis. Generations worshiped there, organized, emotionally and financially supported each other, were baptized, educated, and sent home when they transitioned. As a child I didn't realize how important community was. It was just there. Although SBC folded many years ago, the family did not and that's the power of community. In the end, it doesn't matter where or whom you call home, it's how you carry it in your heart. That begins with experiences that become memories to cherish, forever.
HAPPIEST EASTER ALL!