Coloring eggs - purple and blue always my favorite. Hiding the eggs then looking for the eggs. It was all great fun when I was young. We hid those eggs over and over. It seemed like we hid them for hours. Looking back, it is a bit disturbing; later we ate those same eggs, now many broken – how did we survive?
The coloring of the eggs was a great event. Mom boiled the water and filled each cup with a different colored liquid. It was a shared event, at least for us younger siblings. Each of us shared the cups placing our eggs into the cup of choice and dyeing the eggs to all different colors and shades. I am pretty sure mine were the prettiest. That was all great fun but Easter is not about colored eggs.
Today I was wondering when the real meaning of Easter came to reside in me. When did the real meaning of Easter actually begin to matter? Was it after I had children and the weight of their souls weighed upon my conscious? Was it as a child when I heard the Bible story of Peter denying the Christ three times? And wondering would I have done different? Or was it the story of Judas and his betrayal of Jesus, for forty pieces of silver? Or, maybe it was that first sun rise service I attended, huddling close to my daughter in the cold and hearing the words, “He has risen.” And, then our response, “He has risen indeed.”
Maybe it was as a teenager, when my sin weighed heavy upon me and the inner turmoil ravaged my heart from the guilt I carried day in and day out. Then late one night sitting across from RA we talked quietly about the cross and the completeness of Jesus death and resurrection, and how forgiveness was offered to anyone who wanted forgiveness as a free gift. Then there was my prayer of confession and the received forgiveness that resulted in a peace that rushed over my heart giving me a freedom from the mire I had sunk into – Oh what joy! – Oh what freedom! It was like a huge heavy weight was lifted off me. That is something I will never forget.
I cannot tell you an exact time when Easter’s true meaning came to be a part of me – but I am grateful beyond words for the freedom and joy that is mine because of what Jesus went through. Easter is certainly a time each year when the gravity of Christ’s death and resurrection is considered and the profoundness is focused on and I cannot help being overwhelmed with gratitude.
Tonight is Friday – the night the Christian world acknowledges Christ’s death on the cross. In two days we will acknowledge the power of his resurrection for the forgiveness of sin. May all my readers enjoy His peace and forgiveness that surpasses all understanding.
He has risen…