The Strange Question I Was Asked at the Gym

The thing about working out at a 24-hour gym during the 3 a.m. – 5 a.m. span is that it’s pretty peaceful. Although I have walked in to find homeless individuals seeking warmth from the cold, most of the time I am either the first one to arrive or I might be joining 1-2 other early morning regulars. As my workout goes on, a few more people circulate in.

Today something out of the ordinary happened.

When I walked in there was someone I had never seen before. On the treadmill was an older gentleman trying to get in some early morning cardio. Although I did take notice of the new individual, I simply walked past him and went over to the dumbbells to begin my workout. About five minutes later, the guy stopped the treadmill and exited the gym.

This picture of the Snap Fitness (Ponderosa Village) that I exercise at gives you an idea of where the gentleman was at and where I was at. He was on one of the middle treadmills while I was at the dumbbell station in front of the mirror.

I knew the guy left because I could see him exit out of my periphery and I heard the door shut. As I continued to work with the weights, I noticed no headlights flashed or engine turned after the man had left (I usually subconsciously take notes of gym-goers pulling out in their vehicles upon exit).

Well, two minutes after his initial departure, I knew why I didn’t register any evidence of him leaving the parking lot.

The unmistakable click of the entrance door opening upon an access card tap forced my periphery back to the front of the gym. The guy was walking back in.

Still keeping tabs on the figure walking slowly toward me from the corner of my eye, I ended up turning to face him once he got about 10 feet from me.

I waited for him to talk.

Nervous and jumbled, he asked me the following question: Are you feeling strong negative emotional thoughts?

I was caught off guard for a moment. The question from the bald, bespectacled man was seemingly out of left field. In the heat of the moment, I determined that he was asking me if I was prone to self-harm.

Maybe just five seconds after he asked the question, I gave him an answer:

“No. Because of my faith in Jesus Christ I have been protected from that.”

Although my response probably wasn’t eloquent, it was firm and I felt totally confident saying it. The man seemed a little take aback as he registered what I said. After about 10 seconds he said, “Oh, okay, good.”

I did follow with why he asked me that question. He said something along the lines of “I just felt like I needed to come ask you.” He then turned around and walked away.

As he left, I said the following words with complete sincerity to him:

“Thanks for asking.”

I am still a little puzzled and uneased about why he asked me such a seemingly strange question. It is true, I carry an all-business type demeanor at the gym, so perhaps my focus was translated as a cry for help? Or maybe he was trying to evangelize to me and was looking for an opening. I am at a loss.

My plan is to speak with him again if we have a re-encounter. Perhaps I should just leave it be but maybe his question about my mental state was really a referendum on his own mental state. Or perhaps he is just a genuine guy who cares about others. In that case, I should probably be his friend.

As I did when I took my turn on the treadmill later that morning and as I will do again tonight, I will be praying for him. Don’t Blink.

Unorganized But Organized

My wife likes to call me the dumbest smart person she knows. I apparently possess intelligence in a wide array of topics but when it comes to some areas of common sense and life skills, I am definitely not scoring straight A’s.

There is another paradox that also fits me well: I am a very unorganized organized person.

I am organized outwardly but if you took a dive into my computer it would seem like chaos to you. Behind me are my three work screens with different browsers open with numerous tabs active on each one.

Yes, I wrote that correctly. An unorganized organized person.

People will vouch for me that on the outside I am a very organized individual. I lead my team in an organized fashion, my days are guided by checklists, my presentations are strategically put together, and my thoughts come out in a logical manner.

However, the systems and resources I use to project an organized outward presence are nothing short of a complete cluster.

My computer is a mess. My desktop is usually 90% covered by folders, icons, and screenshots. Even though the folders have names, good luck if the content inside those folders is exclusive to what the name implies. The task bar is a jungle of program icons each with a half dozen files open at one time.

Hover over my internet browser and prepare for a major scare. Oh wait, hover over any of my multiple internet browsers and prepare for a major scare because I don’t just use just Chrome—I also use Mozilla and Edge on a daily basis. Anyway, select any of those browsers and you will see anywhere from 10 – 40 browser tabs open at once.

Now, if you dare, go to my email. You will discover an inbox of 24,441 emails with 4,394 of them unread. Okay, I know that sounds really bad, but I promise the unread ones are either spam/notification emails or Outlook decided not to check one as “read” after I did dutifully select it and scan the content.

Again, this seemingly chaotic state of my digital work affairs might seem to suggest that there is no way I could be functional but I think most people would admit that is not the case.

That doesn’t mean they don’t get anxiety when I am running a meeting from my computer. There is one particular standing meeting I oversee where I frequently switch from a spreadsheet to my internet browser and those in attendance are usually astounded (aka mortified) at my on-screen working conditions.

I tell them it is all under control.

Of course my “unorganized organized” approach manifests itself at home, too. That is for another blog post but to put it simply, Sidney calls me a lowkey hoarder. I defend myself by saying that I am simply effective at utilizing cardboard boxes and junk drawers.

Brent Reser: A man of paradoxes.

Don’t Blink.

A High Stakes Speech: The Wedding Toast

Public speaking is something I do routinely for my job. Whether I am in front of our university president, briefing my department, or just presenting to a class of undergrads, I am constantly called upon to describe EWU’s marketing strategy and the results achieved. I also speak publicly for a ministry that Sid and I are involved with. On any given weekend, my wife and I will give six different presentations to a group of 6 to 22 engaged couples.

I am not a natural public speaker but I can be effective at it.

Delivering the best man’s toast at my brother’s wedding was an entirely different animal. A wedding speech is just so unique because it is emotional, the audience is diverse, and the expectation is to make attendees both laugh and cry. Not to mention the weight on your shoulders to adequately honor those you are speaking on behalf of (the bride and groom). There is a lot of pressure!

I attempt to drive home a point during my best man’s speech at Glen and Carrie’s wedding.

So when I saw the below letter from a maid of honor who was petrified about delivering a speech at her cousin’s wedding, I felt for her. This person indicated that she is already facing severe anxiety months in advance of the big day. She was looking for any excuse from the advice columnist to bow out of the speech portion of her maid-of-honor obligations.

This letter presents a real dilemma. I agree with the overall theme and practical solutions offered by the advice columnist.

The advice columnist wasn’t going to give her the free pass. The person (or people) behind Dear Annie urged her to weigh the long term ramifications of not delivering a speech. Although it would give her temporary relief for the next several months and save her the risk of humiliating herself on the wedding day, the years and decades that follow could bring remorse. The columnist summed it up perfectly: If some small part of you does want to speak, listen to that voice. Nerves can be loud. Regret is quieter, but it lingers.

But much to the credit of the advice columnist, she went beyond the warning of regret. The columnist offered tangible methods for delivering the speech, including maintaining eyesight on the bride/groom (not the crowd), keeping it short, and devoting plenty of practice beforehand. If for whatever reason the maid-of-honor still couldn’t bring herself to give the speech, the columnist suggested considering a pre-recorded video option.

Again, I sympathize with the maid of honor—and I actually sympathize with her for more than one reason. As already clearly outlined, public speaking isn’t fun for most. I still get nervous before I speak. With so many things out of your control upon arrival at a wedding venue, any little thing can throw off even the best-rehearsed speeches.

But probably even more anxiety-inducing is just the high stakes nature of a wedding toast. Yep, people will remember it…for better or worse. After Sid and I attend a wedding, one of the first things we do is de-brief the speeches. A wedding toast is such a special opportunity to pay tribute and send well wishes to a couple on their big day that most people in attendance will hang on the words and celebrate/scrutinize the delivery of the person giving the speech.

The pressure is real.

My personal advice for the maid of honor is to just practice. Write the speech now and take a little time each day to become familiar with it. But I would also say go beyond just practice/rehearsal and embrace visualization. In order to overcome her fear of being in front of 200 people, she has to start coming to grips with it right now. Visualize the crowd, the venue, and any intricacies you might encounter on the wedding day. As your speech comes together, deliver it in front of someone you trust. Giving it to a live human being will help you become more comfortable and also allow the person to workshop the speech with you.

I really hope the maid of honor who wrote the letter ends up delivering a speech. Not only will it allow her to pay tribute to her cousin but it will mark a watershed moment when she rises above her fear of public speaking (at least for one day).

Open question to my readers who have spoken at weddings: Were you nervous when you delivered your speech? Don’t Blink.

My Pleasure Thursday Rundown

We have reached mid-April and we finally received some of the showers that make this month famous. Thankfully Mother Nature waited until after a sunny spring break to bring the rain. Let’s jump into tonight’s Thursday Rundown…

Day Off – Speaking of spring break, I had the opportunity to take last Friday off to be with my kids. I took them to Dave & Buster’s for a couple hours and then we followed it up with lunch at the Spokane Valley Mall food court. As I have written before, I always try to take my children out to lunch on spring break.

A few images from our outing to Spokane’s Dave & Buster’s location and to the Spokane Valley Mall for lunch.

Fun Saturday – My day off on Friday was followed by another adventurous day. On Saturday I had the treat of taking Sid and the kids to ONE Stadium for a USL Soccer match as the Spokane Velocity defeated the Richmond Kickers, 3-1. It was EWU Night and my family had the opportunity to sit in one of the suites with some of my other co-workers and President Shari McMahan. For someone like Beau who is a soccer fanatic, the experience was something that he especially enjoyed.

A photo of Beau absolutely loving life at the Spokane Velocity soccer match we attended this past weekend.

Great Horror Film – I watched the best scary movie I have seen in a couple years this past week. Called “Weapons,” it tells the eerie story about 17 elementary students from the same classroom who end up going missing on the same night at 2:17 a.m. The plot of the movie is completely original, the concepts are creepy, the images are jarring, and the scares are real. The film receives an A+ from me for its creativity. If you are looking for a terrific horror movie that might even resonate with non-scary film fans (it did win Academy Awards after all), I recommend “Weapons.”

“Weapons” was a great film.

My Pleasure – On this date eight years ago, I wrote about “the problem” with the phrase no problem. I also discussed why I will say my pleasure for the rest of my life. But in short, when someone says “no problem,” it insinuates that there is/was a problem. When someone expresses their gratitude to you, it doesn’t make sense to respond by saying something that doesn’t convey any sort of warmth or sentiment. At best, “no problem” means nothing. How is it acknowledging what someone said to you?

This was my Instagram post from my Life’s Little Instructions calendar back in 2018 that influenced me to write a blog post about “no problem” and “my pleasure.”

Popes – Today would have been Pope Bendict XVI’s 99th birthday. Shortly after his death, I wrote this blog post about our former pope’s status as a master theologian on complex issues but also his simplicity at heart. When Pope Francis passed away, I wrote about his humility and exemplification of what it means to be a servant leader. When it comes to Pope Leo, I hope I don’t have to write about his legacy for a very long time 😉. But what I can say about him right now is that I feel extremely blessed to have him as my pope and I hope he continues to advocate for peace at every chance he gets.

Pope Benedict XVI was as sharp as they come (photo cred: New York Times).

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That’s all I have for tonight. Thanks for your readership and I hope you have a nice weekend. Don’t Blink.

You Are A Dork!

This weekend, my wife confronted Sloan with some cold hard facts and a conclusion. She didn’t sugarcoat it nor dumb it down. In Sidney’s straight-forward approach, this is what she told our daughter:

Sloan, you play chess…

You are obsessed with Hamilton…

AND you collect ducks…

You are a DORK!

To our daughter’s credit, she didn’t bat an eye. She wasn’t caught off guard nor did she take any offense. In fact, she took my wife’s assessment as a badge of honor. Yes, Sloan embraced her inner-dorkiness.

I have written at length about Sloan’s affinity for chess and her fandom for Hamilton. However, I haven’t elaborated to the same extent about her love of ducks.

Sloan holding one of the ducks she found on Freedom of the Seas.

This final characteristic of Sloan’s dorkdom was spurned a year ago when we went on our cruise. She was drawn into the duck-hiding subculture of cruise ships and spent considerable energy trying to find the toy waterfowl while we were on-board.

Another photo of Sloan holding toy ducks she found on the cruise.

Since that experience, she has been all about the ducks. For whatever reason they appeal to her and she has started to amass quite the collection. Simply take a look at her night stand to get a quick idea about the value she places on these tiny toys.

A look at Sloan’s night stand….it is cluttered with ducks.

Now I won’t go as far as to say my daughter is a dork. Eccentric? Sure. But no matter how Sid and I decide to describe Sloan, one thing is non-debatable: I sure love her. Don’t Blink.

God and Science: Harmony

I have a good friend who I met after moving back to Spokane. We played on the same Hoopfest team, we send our children to the same school, and every Christmas season our families get together to wrap presents.

A couple other things to mention about this person: She is one of the strongest Christians I know and she also happens to be a medical doctor.

I bring this person up and I specifically highlight her faith and occupation because of some rather striking and encouraging statistics I heard over the weekend…

We live in a world that tries to suggest that God and science can’t co-exist. But the fact of the matter is that they can—and they do. When people think that God and science aren’t complementary, they assume that people in science-based fields can’t and don’t embrace a higher power.

But this isn’t accurate.

The people we might stereotype as atheists because of their reliance on science are actually believers in a higher power.

I learned recently that the majority of doctors are believers. Most recent studies indicate that anywhere from 65% to 76% of medical physicians believe in God. Mind you, these are the professionals who help patients face indescribable hardships and confront death much more frequently than the average human. They are also extremely well-educated and possess an extensive STEM-based background. All these factors might lead people to assume that most doctors would be atheists but instead the exact opposite is true.

Furthermore, I also learned that more scientists than not believe in God. The most-recent study indicates that 51% of professionals classified as scientists do believe. Take a moment to fathom that. The people who base their findings on the scientific method, demand proof for everything, and know the theory of evolution like the back of their hand still believe that God exists.

I was exposed to these legitimate and illuminating studies while listening to a radio show that featured Fr. Robert Spitzer. If you have never heard of Fr. Spitzer before, I suggest taking a moment to Google him. He is more than just a priest—besides once serving as a university president, he is also an expert on miracles and near-death experiences. He has built scientific proofs on why God does exist and puts into perspective why people who are stereotyped as not having faith actually do.

But as much as I would like to write more about the incredible Fr. Spitzer—who I have watched lecture in-person—I just want to again emphasize the fact that God and science work together and those who we think don’t believe actually do.

And this mode of thinking is only becoming more prominent. Two-thirds of young scientists believe in God, advocating that you can be both religious and a good scientist.

Make no mistake about it, God and science are harmonious. And the proof goes well beyond just my friend. Don’t Blink.

Why Jefferson’s Birthday Matters to Sloan

So why does Thomas Jefferson mean anything to my daughter? Well, I will tell you this: It isn’t because she followed in her dad’s footsteps of being a U.S. President child prodigy.

Please humor me as I tell you why Thomas Jefferson matters to my daughter.

No, it is something else entirely.

Give up? One word…HAMILTON.

I really don’t know how it happened, but one day Sloan just really started loving the play Hamilton. Seriously, it was like overnight. Sid and I have watched it before but it was years ago before Sloan had reached an age of reason.

Sloan loves “Hamilton” so much we got her Hamilton pajamas for her birthday.

But starting about six months ago, Sloan somehow discovered the play and has been belting out the songs ever since. If you are familiar with Hamilton, you know Thomas Jefferson plays a pretty major role as an antagonist to the title character. It is kind of funny, because how he is portrayed in the play is pretty much exactly how I had envisioned him for most of my life.

I don’t deny Jefferson’s sketchiness and I do recognize that he is a controversial figure. At the same time, I sincerely value his contributions to the United States of America. It is because of his role as a founding father and his eccentricities that I ranked him #3 when I released my Top Ten U.S. Presidents blog post back in 2017.

When I presented at a conference in the D.C. area back in 2022, I had the pleasure to escape the hotel for an evening to tour the sights with my then-boss. During a previous visit to our nation’s capital I didn’t get the chance to see the Jefferson Monument but I wouldn’t be denied this time around. As with many of the other monuments, the Thomas Jefferson tribute was much larger than I imagined.

I took this photo back in 2022 when I visited Washington D.C. and had the chance to step inside the Jefferson Monument.

I know I am totally going off script now as the point of this post was to discuss why Jefferson matters to Sloan but let me say one more random thing: I love the $2 bill. It truly is just as unique as our third president and I think one of these years a handful of the bills will be crowned my top gift of the Christmas season (have you ever watched someone open an envelope to find $10 in $2 bills?—it is pretty funny).

This is me holding seven $2 bills. I put them in an envelope and used them as a white elephant gift back in December 2024.

But back to Sloan. Thanks to a play that has captured the interest of millions, my daughter has a solid grasp on key moments and prominent figures of early American history. This includes knowledge of the author of the Declaration of Independence who was born on April 13, 1743. Don’t Blink.

Vigil Thursday Rundown

April showers bring May flowers but lately we have just had sunshine here in Spokane. That’s a great outcome for a couple kids who are living under our roof who happen to be on spring break. That time has arrived for me to quickly (and sometimes not so quickly) cover a handful of topics. Here we go with my latest Thursday Rundown…

S’mores Dip – Once again, I brought a special dessert dip to our family’s Easter celebration. At Sid’s urging, I prepared a s’mores dip. With Beau as my sous chef, we made the dip after church as we mixed marshmallow cream, fudge, cream cheese, and a couple other ingredients. The verdict? Well, the funfetti dip and monster dip I made in the past were both better but it was still pretty good.

Beau sprinkles marshmallows on our s’mores dessert dip.

Easter Vigil 2026 – I extensively described our Easter Sunday but I didn’t write anything about our Easter Eve. On Saturday night, Sloan and I attended the Easter Vigil at St. Mary Catholic Church (Spokane Valley). The Easter Vigil is the “mother of all vigils” and is the high point of the liturgical year in the Catholic Church. The service is marked by the lighting of the Paschal candle, extended readings, and the welcoming of new members into the Church. As the Catholic Church enjoys a surge worldwide of people converting to the faith, it was cool to see it at the local level too. St. Mary had more people become Catholic on Saturday night than they have had in years. Thanks be to God!

Sloan holds her candle at the Easter Vigil held at St. Mary Catholic Church (Spokane Valley) on Saturday, April 4, 2026.

Gas – Back in the early 2020s, I wrote about some pretty out of control gas prices. At one point, I was paying $5.29 per gallon to fill up. With the current Iran conflict, gas prices are climbing toward that direction. Earlier this week I paid $4.89 to fill up which racked up a final total of $70.22. It is hard to believe that I was paying $1.56 per gallon less than 10 years ago.

I paid $70.22 to fill up my tank this week at a station at 32nd and Pines in Spokane Valley.

Hoopfest Tip-Off Party – I will return to Hoopfest in 2026 for my 10th year as a court monitor. The kickoff to the June event was this week at the Hoopfest Tip-Off Party at Northern Quest. I received a couple invites to the bash because of my service as a court monitor and because EWU sponsors the tournament. I took my dad and we had a really nice time. We were given drink tickets, a catered meal from Qdoba, and the opportunity to watch the NCAA men’s basketball championship game on several big screens. We also witnessed the poster reveal and the ball reveal. I can’t wait for Hoopfest 2026!

KHQ sports director Austin Getz (left) and Hoopfest executive director Riley Stockton (right) reveal the poster design for Hoopfest 2026 at the Hoopfest Tip-Off Party earlier this week at Northern Quest.

Cruise Memories – This week has marked the one-year anniversary of our cruise through the Western Caribbean. It was the only cruise I had ever set sail on and a year later I am filled with so many happy memories. I wrote about the experience and what made it such an awesome vacation. If you have never been on one before, you should give it a try just to see if it is an escape that meshes well with your vacation expectations.

Sloan and I living our best lives on Freedom of the Seas during our family’s first ever cruise.

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If I am counting correctly, that’s five topics, meaning my work here is done (for tonight, at least). I am looking forward to a day off tomorrow to spend time with my kids as their spring break winds down. Have a wonderful rest of your week, friends. Don’t Blink.

Dribble-Dribble, Shoot-Shoot: Sloan’s Basketball Season

We made a deal with Sloan. After five seasons of soccer, her enthusiasm was starting to wane. With the spring season approaching, she expressed her desire to hang up the cleats. With the season already paid for (you sign up for fall and spring seasons as a bundle), we wanted her to stick it out.

But then, in the pursuit of keeping her active, we offered Sloan an alternative: Play basketball and you can retire from soccer.

She accepted our offer.

Sloan poses for a picture in her basketball uniform prior to her first game.

Sloan recently finished her first season of basketball for St. Mary. Besides cross country, it was the first sport offered to her at school as she played on the 3rd/4th grade girls team. Before the season started, we took her to the local sporting goods store and bought her some basketball shoes. Our girl was ready to play!

Besides the shoes, she also got a basketball. Her Uncle Glen, Aunt  Carrie, cousin Olivia, and dog mom Jelly Bean gave her this ball for her birthday.

I was a little nervous for her. Sloan received my athletic genes and it wasn’t like she was elated to play in the first place. But thanks to super organized/patient coaches and supportive teammates, the season turned out to be a success.

Sloan takes the court at the beginning of a basketball game against Cataldo Catholic School.

The team played six games on Wednesdays from February – beginning of April. Besides the one home game they hosted, the team traveled to other area Catholic schools for their games. Although I did miss one game, I was able to get off work in time to navigate the Cheney/Spokane traffic so I could attend the other five.

Sloan dribbles the basketball down the courtl during her last game on April 1.

The St. Mary girls proved to be a strong squad. They finished with a 4-2 record and played tough each time they graced the hardwood. They were coachable, worked well together, and practiced good sportsmanship. They were a fun group to watch.

Sloan played on an organized, talented, and supportive team. Big thanks to Troy Gibbs and Dani Golay for coaching the squad.

As for Sloan, she showed signs of improvement throughout the season. She played relentless defense and was never afraid to call for the ball. Her ball handling and decisions she made once she received it progressed as the games went on. Although she might not have scored, she always tried to find the open teammate.

Sloan plays defense during a home basketball game at St. Mary Catholic School (Spokane Valley).

Thanks to Troy Gibbs and Dani Golay for serving as the coaches. It makes a dad feel good that they offered such a positive environment where my daughter could grow and the team could succeed. I also admire Sloan for putting herself out there and trying a new sport. As spring enters full swing, I hope she doesn’t miss soccer too much…but I don’t think she will. Don’t Blink.

Easter 2026

Alleluia! He is risen!

Thanks be to God my family got to spend another Easter together. We took this photo after beautiful Easter Sunday mass at St. Mary Catholic Church (Spokane Valley).

Yesterday we celebrated Easter Sunday and per usual it was the most glorious day of the year for our family. Because of the magnitude of the day for humanity and the personal emphasis Sid, Sloan, Sid, and I place on it, each year I write a quick post reflecting on how we celebrated it.

Sloan and Beau in their Easter Sunday best as they stand in the vestibule at St. Mary Catholic Church (Spokane Valley).

Thanks to everyone who made it special…

Our Easter Sunday started at 6 a.m. when everyone awoke. It was a dash down the stairs to see if the Easter Bunny paid a visit overnight. Much to the delight of Sloan and Beau, he did. Their baskets contained clothes, a book, and some candy.

Beau and Sloan scope out their Easter baskets. The Easter Bunny treated them well.

The focal point of the day then took place when we drove to St. Mary Catholic Church for 9 a.m. Easter Sunday mass. My brother, sister-in-law, and niece sat with us in the overflowing quarters of the sanctuary. Speaking of the overflowing quarters, during his homily, Fr. Jeff Lewis spoke about the influx of people not just parish-wide but worldwide joining the Catholic Church. He then preached about an obvious line that separates the world into a pro-Jesus side and anti-Jesus side. He told us to get on the pro-Jesus side. Our family had the honor of bringing down the gifts with our Godson.

Fr. Jeff Lewis concludes Easter Sunday mass at St. Mary Catholic Church (Spokane Valley). It was beautiful as usual and my family had the blessing of bringing up the gifts.

After mass we caught up with friends and then ventured into the St. Mary parish hall (aka the gym) for fellowship and sweet treats. After a long Lenten season, the cinnamon rolls and donut holes sure tasted good.

Beau and Sloan help themselves to some sweets after Easter Sunday mass at St. Mary Catholic Church (Spokane Valley).

Back at the house, Beau and I made a dessert dip for our family celebration later that afternoon. Sid then took over the kitchen and made a pizza dip for lunch. While the baking and eating was taking place, we watched a couple videos about Jesus’ death and resurrection.

Our family walking with swagger on Easter Sunday.

We then ventured up north to my parents’ house for our big Reser Easter celebration. My siblings and their families joined us as we all spent most of the afternoon outside as we hung out in lounge chairs, threw the football, and did chalk art.

Sloan and Beau with their cousins just loving the beautiful Eastern Sunday weather.

It was then time to eat as we sat down as a big, happy family to enjoy a ham dinner. As I always say about these meals, the conversation always ends up being better than the food even though everything on the table was incredibly delicious.

Our family sitting around the table for Easter Sunday Dinner 2026.

After Easter dinner, Glen and his wife staged their annual Easter egg hunt for the kids (you can watch the video I made here). This was the first time since my family moved to Spokane that a jacket/sweatshirt wasn’t needed for the hunt. All kids were great sports and had fun. We concluded the Reser Easter celebration with dessert and continued conversation.

Glen and Carrie pose with all the cousins after their annual Easter egg hunt.

Sidney and I returned home just the two of us. My sister took Sloan and Beau to her place to spend the night with their cousins as all the kids are now on spring break. We would close out Easter Sunday by watching some of “Jesus of Nazareth.”

Alleluia! He Is Risen! Sloan celebrates inside the St. Mary Catholic School (Spokane Valley) gym after the Easter Vigil.

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With yesterday’s celebration, we now enter Eastertide, a period of 50 glorious days to celebrate the resurrection. At the beginning of Lent, I referenced a homily from Archbishop Hicks that reflected on the hunger we feel in our hearts during lent. He mentioned that binging on jelly donuts during Fat Tuesday would do little to satisfy our appetite on Ash Wednesday. Well, the same holds true as we enter the Easter Season. Although the season of fasting has passed, the indulgent foods that will now be more accessible to us will do little to satisfy our hunger.

As Archbishop Hicks said seven weeks ago, and it still holds true today, there is only one thing that will fill our hungry souls: Jesus.

Happy Easter. Don’t Blink.

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