Last Saturday, we took the girls to the egg hunt at our church, and they had fun running around and filling their baskets with eggs. Candy! The Easter Bunny! Plastic eggs! All of these things are a part of Easter in the United States.
There is a small board book I like to read to my daughters. At the end, it says:
The Easter Bunny is okay, And Easter eggs are fun.
But Easter’s not about that stuff…
It’s all about God’s Son.
And oh, isn’t that true? I want to have fun with my daughters at Easter, but it’s not all about the Easter Bunny.
In front of our church this weekend was something new–a “tomb,” with some Roman soldiers guarding the entrance. The soldiers (members of our church) had two hour shifts over the weekend, and there was quite a wide variety of responses. Some younger people yelled rude things at them from the car. Later that night, a kind stranger brought the cold soldiers hot chocolate.
On Easter morning, the girls and I went out to the tomb again, and this is what we saw:
Christ is Risen! Alleluia!