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.”
