In the midst of the Peeps, the dyed eggs and the Pile O' Bunny/Chick/Egg/Duckling Crafts my sons have trotted home from school this week, we're getting revved up for the Big Day.
Easter Sunday. It's about more than the bunny at our house. Team Testosterone will hunt for plastic eggs filled with Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and they'll also find a trio of blue Snuggies (for kids!) and a book apiece because it turned rainy and cold and the Easter Bunny knows Mom wants her Pepto Bismo Pink Snuggie for herself. They won't find jellybeans because no one here eats them anyway--we're having a pure chocolate Easter--the way nature intended! We'll eat the ham, scalloped corn, asparagus and Jell-o eggs for a late lunch. But before any of this gets under way, we're heading off to church to c-e-l-e-b-r-a-t-e.
Jesus is alive! He rocked, that grave rolled! Yeah, that's right. death. At our church you won't find his likeness dangling weakly from a giant cross because He. Did. Not. Stay. There. No, sir. And the tomb they put his corpse in after they took Him down? He isn't there either. No, ma'am. And that very fact is what separates the believers from the nonbelievers. See, nobody--Atheist, Hindu, Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Wiccan, Humanist--disputes the fact that Jesus lived and died. It's what happened afterward that makes all the difference.
There's a joke around most churches about CEO's--that's "Christmas and Easter Onlys" who drop by service twice a year, clogging up the parking lot and squeezing the Regulars out of their pew space. Truth be told, the CEO's are more into Christmas than Easter because if it was really about both holidays? They'd crowd into a pew more than twice a year. I've always liked how C.S. Lewis put it about Jesus:
I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: "I'm ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don't accept his claim to be God." That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a good moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic-on a level with the man who says he is a poached egg-or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God: or else a madman or something worse. You can shut Him up for a fool, you can spit at Him and kill Him as a demon; or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronising nonsense about His being a great moral teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.
--C.S. Lewis Mere Christianity
Regardless of how you celebrate--with or without ham, with or without an egg hunt, with or without Jesus, Happy Easter! I hope it's a good day for you and your families.