Gathered in a hay field in Georgia, more than a thousand people sit in lawn chairs or sprawl across blankets, listening to the Easter message. There are pearls and blue jeans, old tennis shoes and new white patent leather. A mother corrals four blond boys all in matching green polo shirts across the crowd. The praise band blares from the base of the tower. Children dance. Hands raise in prayer. The sun beats down. The breeze begs a jacket. Old men fall asleep in the crowd. Everywhere, there are smiles and warm words. The woman greeting the crowd wears a baseball cap and a t-shirt that reads, "These are my church clothes." Relaxation.
This is Easter Sunday so far.
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