Totally 'get' the story and am reminded of some of my DH's relatives who, every Sunday, left the two Grans alone & bedbound in their homes with a cold ham salad, whilst the rest of the family went to the mission hall, had lunch there (in fellowship) and then spent the rest of the day chapping doors and annoying folk to tell them the 'Good News' that 'Jesus Saves'. I got this version of events from my MIL who never went to church as it was the Christian Duty of a good wife to have Sunday Lunch on the table, piping hot by 1.30pm - impossible to fit this in with an 11.30 service.
How do you acknowledge Easter.