Easter is not about eggs. Or bunnies (who do not lay eggs). Or candy (which does not hatch from eggs). Although I have gone on treasure hunts for eggs before as chickens hid their nests.
Easter is not about a tomb (that’s the shell). It’s who was supposed to be in the tomb. People who are dead do not check out of a stone tomb like a bad hotel room. Jesus left alive.
And He left instructions for us, from before He died: remember My death until I return! After the disciples realized that He was actually going to die, they started paying attention to the rest of it. He would return. And that is the promise we still have.
Every Communion. Every time the bread and wine are passed, eaten, believers in Christ remember His body, His blood, given for us. We are called to be His Body, to give our lives to Him, to something better than chasing the days on earth.
Paul in 1 Corinthians 10-11 challenged the Corinthians. They could not eat the Lord’s Supper and eat at an idol’s temple, too. And when they ate it was not a lunch bag competition to show up everyone else. What was the point? Paul says in 1 Corinthians 11:26:
“26 For as often as you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death till He comes.”
How do we proclaim His death? How do we show that He lives? You cannot visit a tombstone for Jesus. Easter celebrates His life! And I guess that is one thing that eggs represent also: new life just waiting to mature and emerge.
God, thank You for Easter, the beauty of celebrating with family and friends. And I love Easter egg hunts and candy. God, please help me to never take for granted what You did for us. Jesus, I want to remember. Please help it not become an act. Please help my heart be soft. And help me continue to grow, like an egg waiting to be hatched. Amen.