A love letter to the Duke Chapel
Easter is hands down my favorite day of the year. Growing up, Easter meant waking up at 7 a.m. for an egg hunt before heading to church for back-to-back services where my siblings and I got to sing the most glorious pieces of choir music, accompanied by a brass timpani and an organ which literally pulled out all the stops. Easter is — at its core — a celebration of joy and grace, and a powerful reminder that we are loved. So, being away from home for Easter as a first-year last year was difficult. It was the first time I hadn’t celebrated with my family and home congregation in over 10 years, and I felt lonely and disconnected.