My First Easter Egg hunt

Yesterday was my first Easter egg hunt. Mind you, nearing my eighties is a bit late to join the game, and I limited myself to one egg—it’s really a kids’ game. But what a find! A small plastic oval with three miniature chocolate eggs inside.

Nothing wrong with some fun with the kids. After all, three parts of the egg represent the Trinity, the sacrifice of One member for us, and the new life inside it. But for many, a dead chocolate version to feed a sweet desire is the best Easter can conjure up.

So for them, the glory of Easter is a fuzzy rabbit laying chocolate eggs, symptomatic of the world’s confused, distorted and limited view of life. It’s about as sensible as Santa coming down the chimney of houses that don’t have one.

As triumphant as landing a man on the moon was, President Nixon’s fatuous claim it was the greatest moment in human history fell into a similar category. The astonishing human reach for the moon is a drop in a bucket compared to our God’s creation of the stars within a million light years radius and beyond.

Even in human history, nothing equals a Man rising from the dead under his own power. “No one takes [my life] from me, but I lay it down of my own accord. I have authority to lay it down and authority to take it up again.” John 10:18.

The human tendency to play “King of the Castle” on a molehill is both laughable and tragic, when the glorious mountain of Christ’s resurrection gives Easter a significance that’s real and eternal. Why barter forgiveness and reconciliation with Him for a chocolate egg?

“What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul?” Matt 16:26. Surely it’s worth more than a million eggs, chocolate or real.

“Christ is Risen.” “He is Risen Indeed.”