Because the organic expression of the church I'm part of gathers on Wednesday nights, we didn't meet on Easter Sunday. Instead, we spent the day with our biological families.
In some cases, like mine, it gave me the chance to unpack the Easter story for my boys. After all, it's incumbent upon me, as father, to lead my boys in the way of Christ. And since Keith and Keagan are at the age where reading is sometimes a bore, we acted out the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus. I just happened to have an old rugged cross laying around and our bottom hall closet doubled as a tomb. The boys had fun taking turns playing the role of Jesus.
In other cases it gave those in my community of faith a chance to be missional. By spending time with extended family on Easter, they were able to share the Gospel with those who don't want to go to church - even on Easter. Just today I spoke with one of my sisters in Christ who related, Our family didn't know what to do with us. If we are Christians, they reasoned, Why weren't we in church? Frankly, as a missionally-minded Christian, I love it! My sister in Christ was out there, were the people are (while, at the same time, living in the reality of the resurrection 365 days a year).
In the end, it's the story that matters.
Story is the universal measurement of life.