Hunting them Eggs
Easter Egg Hunts
Easter brings back memories of when I was a boy of standing with a group of church children in a wooded pasture next to the little Baptist church my family attended for my first Easter egg hunt. That property was called Tom's Hill and named for the farmer who had donated property for the church years earlier. Although given to the church the property amounted to several acres. The church had been built on a portion of the property but most of the land given was still used as pasture by the donor and fenced with barbed wire. After his death the property where our egg hunt was held was finally cleared with much of the hill being leveled and a nice fellowship building was then built on the property with children's playground equipment added around the building.
I remember our Pastor standing on a stump and speaking to all of us before the signal was given to start hunting eggs. In those years, the Easter eggs were actually hidden and they were the real deal. Eggs that had been boiled and dyed by mama's on Saturday night and would be eaten soon after being found by some lucky kids. The eggs weren't the fancy ones we sometimes see now that have intricate decorations and resemble some type of art or the simple wrapped marshmallow eggs that are so often strewn by the dozens on a lawn or on a park green space where all the kids have to do is pick them up and put into their baskets. Like most all things mothers do for their children,our hard boiled eggs dyed in pastel colors had a touch of color and love.
The hunt that day was so exciting for me. Most of us didn't have an Easter basket although some did. Mama had given me and my siblings a brown lunch bag which we could use to store any eggs we might find. The Pastor gave the signal for the hunt to begin. The eggs were well hidden but I didn't know where to begin looking so I watched some older kids. They were checking around trees where roots were exposed and lent themselves to placing an egg. securely without fear of it rolling down the hill. They looked in hollow stumps. Everyone seemed to be finding eggs but me.
I wasn't having any luck and those older kids were finding eggs left and right. In tree stumps or under a brush pile!! As the hunt progressed my hopes of finding an egg seemed slim to none. Then all of a sudden, an older boy who had been scratching leaves from around a stump somehow missed seeing that blue egg that he had just flipped out. He was so intent on scratching like a dog trying to bury a bone in his hurried frenzy to find an egg totally missed seeing an egg that had been hidden there. I immediately picked it up and put it in my brown paper bag!! I don't think he ever knew that an egg was actually hidden there. I have wondered if I had actually stolen that egg but it would be the only one that I would find regardless of how it was found.
The Resurrected Christ
What Easter Means to Me
Today I was listening to a Christian radio station and heard more Christians attend church on Easter than on any other holiday including Christmas and Mother's Day. It is good folks go to church at those times and the significance of Easter for Christians is paramount to our faith. Easter represents the resurrection of Christ. The Bible gives us the account of His life and how He came into this world to redeem fallen man. When Adam disobeyed God in Eden's Garden bringing sin upon all humanity, Christ the Paschal Lamb of God reconciled man back to God through his death. Christ was the sinless Son of God and willingly laid His down His life to redeem fallen mankind.
The blood that he shed can cleanse the most vile of sinners. Three days after he was put into a borrowed tomb, He arose as He said He would do. In Revelations he comments, " I am He who was dead but am alive forevermore and have the keys to death and to hell."
We as Christians celebrate Easter because we know He is alive. No other religion can boast of a resurrected Savior. So you see Easter is not about a Bunny but about a Lamb.
New Duds for Easter
I don't know why but my mama always wanted us to have some new duds to wear to church on Easter Sunday and a new dress or frock for herself and my sisters. I know they weren't trying to impress anyone but she thought Easter was so special we should all wear something new and that looked nice.
I remember one year in particular she bought me and my brother a new suit!! Lordy! I had never felt so spiffed up with that white shirt and little bowtie. We looked like Reverends!! She fussed over us making sure we weren't wearing any jam from breakfast on our faces and that our hair was combed and properly parted. "You boys had better not get them clothes dirty!" Everyone said my brother's suit looked better on him than mine did on me but it really didn't matter, mama was happy. We never wore those suits again as far a my memory serves but she was so proud of us in those suits.
Today most folks don't dress up for church anymore. The truth is most folks wear whatever is comfortable. Of course, what we wear or don't wear to church is a matter of taste but it is this mans opinion we ought to dress for worship with our Sunday best and respect the house of worship by how we dress. Men and women, boys and girls should dress modestly and with taste, after all we aren't at a ball game or a picnic. Our sole purpose should be to worship Christ and our worship should be shown in our dress and appearance.