The kids reminded us Easter was coming up. To them Easter is egg decorating, egg hunting and baskets filled with green plastic confetti. In the past I have had fun watching them have fun. This year I just groaned to myself when I thought of the hassle of boiling eggs and the flyers from this organization and that proclaiming "Come see the Easter Bunny!"
Now I know that Easter actually started as Eostre, a festival to some ancient pagan goddess of the spring equinox or whatever. I'm not all that upset that Christians long ago decided to look to Christ as a more fitting symbol of rebirth through his resurrection at this time of year. I try to explain to my kids how Christ's sacrifice for us is so much more important than some imaginary character and marshmallow chicks. I wonder if I'm getting through.
I guess I didn't really take much thought about the resurrection when I was that age. Then again, that was a time when I would hear an occasional prayer at school before a program, and we sung songs at Christmas time that were about the baby Jesus as well as Santa Claus. As our society moves away from God, I feel anxious to make sure the gap in my children's lives is filled with good things about Christ.
My aunt pointed this out to me, and I thought it a fitting tribute to the One who gave His all for us. My testimony is that He lives. Really.