On this cloudy Easter Sunday my thoughts filed through younger years of sunny, crisp white and yellow Easters when my mom and dad left baskets on the fireplace where I would always find chocolate covered bunnies in a bed of colorful plastic grass. For whatever reason, I never thanked the Easter bunny like I would Santa Claus. I knew my parents bought those precious goodies for me and my sisters. Our bite sized congregation always had a joyous service followed with an egg hunt where a pack of shiny white shoes rushed the field next to the church. After the service most years we would then travel to our grandparent's house for another egg hunt with the competitive cousins who would count each egg, coin, and dollar to see who won.
I knew Easter wasn't about the pastel eggs and chocolate bunnies, but the celebration sometimes gets in the way of the true meaning of Easter just as fancy presents can blind us from the reason of Christmas. Believers will watch the Passion of the Christ on this day to remind themselves of the pain, sadness, and even injustice that occurred that Passover. However, the end of the movie hints at the true joy and victorious reason of Easter. Shouldn't that empty tomb be our focus? Jesus was alive! Jesus conquered the enemy: death! Jesus buried our sins and then resurrected so that WE can live with him in his kingdom!
This is the true meaning of Easter. Be rejoiced, be confident, be forgiving because the stone was rolled away.
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