He had to admit that he hadn't been to church in years, but he was looking foreword to reacquainting himself with the Sunday ritual. And what better way to start anew then

on Easter Sunday? He'd even picked out the perfect place- the Unity Church in Seattle. It was located in Seattle's downtown core, only a few blocks from Cafe Nervosa. It

was, by all accounts, a rather odd place to put a church, but it had been there for over a century while the city of Seattle was built up around it. So really, it wasn't all that

odd, he supposed. Still, it seemed out of place, nestled between the high rise buildings and bustling retail establishments. He'd never set foot inside but his online research

told him that it seemed to be a promising place. And he hoped that he would be rewarded for his attendance in a spiritual sort of way.

He spent most of Easter Saturday planning his wardrobe with the utmost care. It took hours and it was a daunting task at best, even more difficult than choosing the perfect

wine. He had hundreds of suits in a vast array of colors and his tie collection was even more elaborate. How could he possibly choose? Finally after agonizing over his choices,

he finally decided on a cream colored Burberry suit and a pale lavender tie. It was a bit unconventional perhaps, since he mostly wore dark suits, but it was Easter after all,

and what better way to celebrate the season of renewal than by wearing spring colors?

Despite protests from his Dad, Daphne and Frasier, Frasier announced that he was returning for the evening much earlier than normal.

"Aw come on Frasier! Stay up a while!" his dad pleaded. "The buffet isn't until-."

Frasier held up his hand to keep his farther from speaking any more. "Dad, I told you before, I am not going. I am going to church!"

His father shook his head, a sure sign of annoyance. "Suit yourself. But you'll be missing one hell of movie!"

"What movie is that, Dad? Godzilla meets Superman?"

"No, wise guy!" His father snapped. "We're watching The Ten Commandments! Boy that Charlton Heston sure did one hell of a job parting the Red Sea!"

"Oh Dad for G-." Frasier stopped himself from taking the Lord's name in vein. He'd done it often, taken the Lord's name in vein, but he knew deep down it was wrong on so

many levels; especially on Easter Saturday.

Without another word, he turned on his heels and went to his room. He shut the door, grateful to be alone. He showered and got ready for bed. It was a ritual that he did

nightly, of course, but that night it felt different. Sunday was a big day.

Clean from head to toe, he dried himself off thoroughly and moisturized his skin before slipping into his pajamas and robe. When he was ready, he removed his robe and

placed it carefully on the edge of his bed and then climbed under the covers.

But he couldn't sleep. Frustrated he reached for his Bible and turned to the pages that contained the Easter story. He'd read it many times before-or tried to read it anyway-

but now in the comfort and quiet of his room, he was able to get the full effect of God's message. No matter how many times he read the story of the Resurrection, it always

left warmth in his heart.

He thought about his family. He loved them so and felt a stab of guilt that he hadn't told them enough. Life was much too short and people needed to know that they were

loved. He'd learned that the hard way years ago when his mom passed away.

Tears filled his eyes and he brushed them away. Even now, so many years later it was hard not to think about his mother without shedding a tear or two. He loved her so

much. And he prayed that she was happy and safe in heaven with God and the angels.

With a full heart, he knelled beside his bed and said a prayer to God, asking for guidance, forgiveness and saying a word of thanks for all that he had. He had more than he

deserved and he was okay with that. His life was complete and absolutely wonderful.