You call it Easter, I call it Resurrection Day.  We all celebrate Christmas as the be-all end-all day in the Christian faith but I believe it should be Resurrection Day.  The day my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ defeated death.   He paid the price for our sins once and for all.  If we believe that He died for our sins then all our sins are forgiven.  This sounds like mythical nonsense to the unbeliever, but to those who believe, it is our guarantee of our salvation.  Our guarantee of eternal life in the presence of our heavenly Father.

Okay, sermon over, pass the collection plates.

So how did we celebrate this Resurrection Day weekend?  Well Saturday morning I headed out to New Jerusalem and took a nice long flight in my powered parachute.  I didn’t take any video or pictures of the flight because sometimes I like to just live in the moment and enjoy it for myself.  I was joined by a powered paraglider pilot friend.  Always good to have company.

I flew around the San Joaquin river between Highway 132 and the City of Tracy here in California’s vast Central Valley.  The engine purred without any hiccup or flaw during the whole flight.  I kept my RPMs right at about 5400 RPM.  This put me in a slow climb.  I flew around for about 40 minutes enjoying the butter smooth air.  ZERO turbulence.  I made my way back to New Jerusalem airport.  Made one pass over the field to check my windsock and then set up to land.  I made a slow power-on approach and let my machine drift as far down the runway as it wanted to.  I wanted to make this landing a smooth one and I wasn’t disappointed.  I held in just a bit of brake pressure on the parachute and smoothly applied full brake just as the wheels were touching down.  I killed the engine and kept kicking the break pedals and the chute fell down behind me.  Perfect.   My PPG friend took another flight and I paused to watch a while before leaving.

I packed up and headed home to pick up Cristy so we could head up to Jack and Myrna’s place in the foothills, Red Hills Ranch.  This has become a tradition for Cristy and I.  On the Saturday between Good Friday and Easter/Resurrection Day they hold a potluck for family and friends.  When I had my airplane we would fly in but now we drive up.  Much easier on Cristy.

 

So here’s something for people who know about flowers.  I know nothing about them.  So if you do, can you help me identify these?  They are EVERYWHERE up at Jack and Myrna’s ranch.

 

 

That’s it for the flowers.  Would love some help identifying them.

We enjoyed our time up with the Moyle’s.  We’re always treated like family.  Can’t wait to visit again.

Sunday morning we all got up and went to sunrise service then later in the morning we picked up our son and brought him to the 11:30am service.  Cristy made ham, potatoes, and green beans and for dessert, apple cobbler!

All in all a wonderful weekend and a wonderful way to celebrate our Savior’s victory.  I hope your weekend was as good or better.