Easter is here – one of my favorite holidays! This year we are celebrating Easter quietly which is making it easier to focus on the real meaning of the day.
One of my favorite memories of Easter was when a small 5 year-old boy decided he wanted to go to the sunrise service his church was having for the first time. He REALLY wanted to go. He bugged his mom until she said, “Okay, but we will only go if you get yourself up and dressed and come wake us up.”
And he did!
Imagine my surprise! Yes, that little boy was my son, David Glasser, a Phoenix Police Officer who was killed in the line of duty on May 18, 2016.
On Easter, we celebrate the joy and light Jesus brought into our world when he rose and proved his power over death. Jesus is our hope. He was Davey’s hope and Davey knew that when he was 5 years-old. He was excited about celebrating Easter and he wanted to do it outside watching the sun come up.
My daughter was just 6 months old at that time so I was not excited about getting up at 5 am unless I had to. But Davey would not be talked or bribed out of it. So I gave him an alarm clock and we set it the night before. I showed him how to turn the alarm off, expecting that when the alarm went off and he saw how dark it was, he would just turn over and go back to sleep until it was time to get up for the normal church service.
Imagine my surprise the next morning when a little hand reached over the side of my bed in the dark and shook my arm. There he was – all ready and smiling and excited about going to the sunrise service! So my husband and I struggled out of bed and pulled on warm clothes. I had to wake up the baby which is something I hated to do but a deal is a deal.
Davey got more and more excited as we drove to the park where the service was being held. We dragged blankets and baby gear up the side of one hill and settled into our spot just as the sun started peaking over another hill in front of us and the music started.
It was an awesome service and we were hooked. We went to sunrise service every year after that – we never missed it.
I realized something else that day – Davey could use an alarm clock, get up and get himself ready. So, that’s what he started doing Monday through Friday. It was great! I’m not aware of very many 5 year-olds who get themselves up and walk out of their rooms in the morning dressed and ready for preschool but that’s what he did.
So today I celebrate the resurrection of my Savior. And today I celebrate this precious memory of a special little boy who became an awesome young man.
Miss you, Davey.