God Bless the Chreasters


Easter Sunday morning, the church and the parking lot will be packed. Extra chairs will line the aisles and spill out into the narthex. Even with all the extra seating, the Sunday Masses will be standing room only. It’s a sight that makes me incredibly happy, even if that’s not the prevailing opinion on social media.
For the past few days, I have read the snarky comments about the Christmas and Easter Catholics (the Chreasters) on Facebook and Twitter

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I’m the 40-something-ish wife of my beloved Computer Guy.

I’m the adoring and incredibly proud mom of nine children…two saints…seven in training.

I’m my brothers’ sister and my parents’ daughter.

I’m a devout Catholic, an avid political junkie, able debater, aspiring home-maker, amazing friend, and I make the meanest Chicken Fried Steak you’ll ever have the pleasure of eating.

I’m a homeschooling guru, a writing addict, a sometimes public-speaker, and an advocate for staying true to the person God created you to be.

I can’t live in a house with white walls, sing Billy Joel songs while I wash the dishes, will read anything you put in my hands, and am completely obsessed with rhinestones and cute shoes.

I am just like moms the whole world over, and then some.