When my children were small, I thought being a good parent meant taking them to all the community Easter Egg hunts. Growing up in a large metropolitan area, that meant a LOT of plastic eggs at the end of the day! And of course there was the trip to the mall where we waited in line for an adorable picture of my children sitting on a furry animal’s lap. (Why do we tell our kids to stay away from strangers and then force them to sit on a bunny or Santa’s lap just for a picture? But that will probably be a future post.)
Looking back, I had it all so wrong.
But that was before Jesus!
If I could do it all over again, I might use plastic eggs since they’re so readily available this time of year. Instead of filling the eggs with candy, I would fill them with scripture messages of love and hope. Easter isn’t about colorful eggs; it’s about a risen Savior who loves us unconditionally.
I wouldn’t fill dozens of eggs for each child; we have ONE God who provides for us abundantly. Each child would get one very special egg as remembrance of the One who died for them.
I wouldn’t make a game of hiding and seeking the eggs; Jesus is ever-present, we only have to look to see the impact He has over every aspect of our lives. A simple tomb could not hold our Messiah! Their special ‘Egg’ would not be placed on a mantle or under a bushel. I’m not sure where I would put it, maybe at the breakfast table, since He is the Bread of Life. Or on the sink since He is our Living Water. Where the eggs would have been is not as important as why the eggs were there.
Doing it all over again, I’d tell them about Jesus and not the Easter Bunny. Jesus has forgiven so many of my blunders. While I can’t turn back the years to their childhood, I CAN hope to get it better with my grandchildren. Pray for me, won’t you?