I love General Conference. And not just because I get to have Couch Church. I love everything about it. We generally spend a couple of weeks in our family revving up for the semi-annual event. We’ve found lots of ways to make General Conference memorable.
I love holidays. Every single one. Even Labor Day. I love the traditions and food and fun and family and music and memories. And Easter is a holiday that is filled with good things. One of my favorites was dreamed up by my mom when I was in late elementary school. She “decorated” our house for Easter by gathering gorgeous reproductions of events in Christ’s life, mounting them carefully, and placing them around the house in sort of a timeline — after our family night lesson explaining each story.
Once again this year, Easter and General Conference collide. It’s always a downer for me because a big part of Easter is the act of attending church. From what I understand, Christmas (week) and Easter are the two most attended days in Christian churches — a time when even non-regulars make the effort to show up. And even though we attend every week, it’s part of the whole feel of Easter Sunday to me.
Before we broke down and bought a home satellite dish (which, completely coincidentally, happened one day before a General Conference Sunday), we sat in the chapel one Easter Sunday in Boca Raton watching General Conference on the live feed. Periodically, folks we had never seen wandered in wearing their new Easter dresses and bonnets and gloves — hoping to attend Sunday services while we sat in the dark peering at a TV screen.
While not the most important thing in church administration, I would be thrilled if the Church General Conference and Other Enormous Meetings and Events Scheduling Committee would modify the conference schedule to accommodate ward Easter worship. Either that or someone with national holiday declaration clout could standardize Easter to, say, the last Sunday in March.
When should we break out the Easter dresses this year?