Growing up, Easter was a special time in our home, a time of surprises on Sunday morning - colored eggs hidden beneath furniture, baskets overflowing with chocolate bunnies and bright jelly beans, and later on, a holiday feast at our Grandparent's farm, complete with ham, tender rolls, deviled eggs, and sweet cakes for dessert. Year after year this tradition carried on, festive and fun, yet not about a resurrected Savior.
When I grew up, I discovered a new truth, one which I had not heard of, how Easter had another meaning, and the eggs colored so beautifully and hidden by our Mother's hand were also a symbol of an empty tomb, the empty grave of Jesus.
Seeing Easter more clearly gave me an entirely new-found perspective, one which I could understand and appreciate. It made perfect sense, this Son of God who died for all.
Easter is a time of rich tradition celebrated in many ways all over the world. We will always color eggs, put out special decorations to signify new life, enjoy sweet treats, send cards, then end the day with a simple and delicious meal with family and friends.
In addition, we celebrate the life, death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus at home, at church, in the community, and especially in our hearts as we read and reflect about this Glorious Day.
"When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child. But when I grew up, I put away childish things. Now we see things imperfectly as in a poor mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity." 1 Corinthians 13:11-12
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