He knew that the United Church of Seattle was beautiful-he'd seen plenty of pictures on the Internet. But nothing, absolutely nothing could have prepared him for the sight

that greeted him on that Easter Sunday morning. He walked up the steps smiling at the crowd of beautifully dressed church goers dressed to the nines in pastel colored hats,

dresses and suits. It was truly a sight to behold. The people along with the abundance of Easter Lilies and other colorful flowers made his heart swell. He held the heavy

wooden door for a few men, women and children and then walked inside. He hadn't expected for his breath to be taken away, but the Lord had done just that.

He stood, while people filed into the church around him, staring at the sight. It was as though he'd entered a magical place. And in reality, it was.

Gorgeous music floated gloriously through the enormous sanctuary from a huge pipe organ that was situated in the loft above the altar. In front sat a choir of children and

adults who wore choir robes of blue and red respectively; gold stoles around their shoulders. They stood at attention, holding red hymnals in their hand, waiting for their

signal to begin singing.

Frasier walked down the aisle, feeling at home among the rows of Easter Lilies that lined the floor, with space in-between each one to allow people to enter the wooden pews.

Above him were rows of stained glass windows that allowed the light to shine through, reflecting the beautiful colors onto the sanctuary. It was quite possibly the most

beautiful sight imaginable.

He thanked the usher for his church program and held the white folded paper carefully in his hands while he went to find a seat. He chose one near the front, for he wanted to

hear every word that the minister had to say. When the organ music swelled and came to an end, the minster motioned for everyone to stand.

The choir director led the congregation in singing "What a Friend We Have in Jesus". It was a song that Frasier knew well, and he wasn't afraid to sing his heart out. When the

song ended, the minister instructed everyone to sit. He greeted them and thanked everyone for coming on this "Joyous Easter morning". After a prayer and a few words, he

began his sermon. Frasier listened intently, hoping to find yet another message from the wonderful story of the Resurrection. He found himself shedding a tear at the thought

of Jesus dying on the cross only two days before, but he understood now why it was known as Good Friday.

The sermon, although long, was fulfilling and Frasier made a point of making notes on some of his points. He could certainly use them in his daily life in order to help others.

When the sermon ended, Frasier found that he had enough notes to help ten people ten times over.

Finally the sermon came to a close and Frasier resisted the urge to stand and yell "Bravo!" the way he and Niles did at the opera or the symphony. The church was not a place

for such antics, although he made a note to let the minister know how much he enjoyed the sermon after the service was over. He'd read the same story the night before but

hearing it in this, a beautiful church, nothing could compare.

The children's choir stood and sang "The Old Rugged Cross" in perfect harmony. Frasier felt tears come to his eyes, thinking of Frederick and how much he missed him. He

made another note to call his son more often and to make more frequent visits to Boston. He certainly hoped that Lilith would approve. He found that he missed her as well.

A wooden plate was passed down each row of pews in the hopes of gathering donations. Frasier was only too happy to oblige. He removed his checkbook and wrote a check

for a thousand dollars. He hoped that it would be enough to help such a wonderful church. It was the very least he could do.

When the service was over, everyone stood and faced the minister who raised his arms and smiled.

"I wish you peace, love and happiness on this, Easter Sunday and every day. Amen."

"Amen." The congregation echoed.

Feeling a sense of pride, he made his way through the crowd in the hopes of catching the minster to praise his sermon. But then he heard his name.

"Frasier! Over here!"

He turned around, unable to believe what he was seeing. It wasn't possible and he was sure that he was dreaming. But it was real.

There they were, standing in front of him; Niles, Daphne… and his father.