In 1981, Easter signaled my family’s arrival at the local Kmart and our frantic search through the giant, Easter hat bin.
Easter indicated the end of my scuffed-up, too small, white, patent leather shoes, and the celebration of a new pair of shiny shoes.
Easter meant taking the dried-up, palm cross down from the previous year and putting up a new one.
Easter equaled dying eggs rainbow hues and staring at stained fingers.
Easter reminded us of Lent and a sacrifice that lasted in my case, at least two days.
Easter meant attending mass and then booking my new shoes back to the car and listening to the end of Casey Kasem’s countdown.
Jesus proved to be a key player in Easter, but mostly just when I clicked my new, white, patent leather shoes to and from church.
Oh, my, how times have changed.
Or wait, have they?
It’s truth time.
Over the last few years, life pounced on Easter and gobbled it up. In fact, usually before Easter afternoon hits, I find myself walking around the house, picking up tiny foil wrappers from chocolate eggs and feeling pretty empty. No, not pretty empty, really empty.
Of course, we go to church and teach our kids Easter is about the cross and not the bunny, but something still seems missing. Celebration absent. No, no, not the ham and potatoes kind of celebration.
I'm talking about the kind of celebration that happens when you realize the pinnacle of our Savior's story is upon us. The kind of celebration that screams death cannot end us and sin cannot ruin us.
This year Holy Week arrived exactly on time (amid the wrong-sized bridesmaid dress, a camping trip, and a summer job that fell through) but instead of trying to beat my usual manic rush, I'm guarding against life's gobbling ways.
Quality reflection and utter amazement of our God required.
Marshmallow Peeps optional.
What are some Easter memories from your childhood? How do you celebrate Easter today? How do you help your family stay focused on Jesus?
A big PS:
Discovered the resource The Twelve Voices of Easter. It's Easter told from the point of view of twelve people in the Bible. Thanks for the lead, Ann.