When did Easter become a mini Christmas? Walking the aisles at any store or pursuing the ads for store, I have been bombarded by outsiders telling me that I need to give gifts lavishly to my kids. Candy, toys, clothes. Add on that all the ideas flying around Pinterest, with all the little fancy things to do for Easter. Have we given into a so non-Christian view of Easter?
This morning during worship time for some of our preschoolers, the leader said that Easter was not about candy, eggs, and gifts. A little voice perked up in the room, and very definitively said, it was all about those things. My heart was sad to hear the focus of today more about what we physically get than Jesus rising from the grave.
Guess what. I did squat. Yep. Squat. No fun little resurrection buns for breakfast, no package of bunny tails to give to our little friends, no easter baskets, we didn’t even do an egg hunt (the boys did have one with Granni last week). Dreams of a lovely Easter dinner…do PB&J sandwiches and apples slices count? Actually, we are having ham for supper, would have been lunch-but those planes were dashed to the ground this morning as the ham would not fit into my crockpot. It works out better for us, as Lil’ Bit falls asleep in the car on the way home from church. He got his sandwich in the car before he crashed.
What did I do today? I took time out of my life to go to church. To worship with my church family and praise God that Jesus didn’t stay in the grave. To praise Him that He conquered death. The tomb is empty. Our Savior lives. Isn’t that enough for today?