My memories of Easter, I remember this, looking for an egg and thinking I couldn’t miss. Looking for an egg, like a fishermen looking for a fish. I only found one and all the other kids did better than this. I remember dressing up in my finest suit, and going to church. On Easter, I remember seeing people there who only came on Easter. I remember having a big family dinner and having to sit at the kiddy table. I remember wanting to get one of those palms, those things that looked like weeds. On one Palm Sunday, I remember a pregnant women asking me to share my palm with her. I felt like, I had done a good deed when I spilt it in half for her.
I remember watching the story of Jesus on television movie night. I remember feeling so sad, when he was beaten. The same sadness I always felt, on the Friday before Easter. The day when Christ had to carry my cross, and was crucified. I remember when my mother made my older siblings and cousins watch the movie also, to inspire them to believe.
Easter meant the bunny rabbit and chocolate eggs. I remember the pastor telling us, the Easter Bunny came from the Devil. Wow, the Easter Bunny is a evil, well “I’m still going to eat those chocolate bunnies and eggs”. I remember thinking, “chocolate can’t be evil”. I was really to young and I didn’t fully understand the gift of salvation. A savior coming back from the grave. So, sometimes the bunny was actually kind of cute, but apprearence can be deceiving. Easter, a day stolen by commercialism, just like Christmas. Easter is a day just as important to Christians, as Christmas, because the penalty was paid.
My memories of Easter now, are looking for a savior and finding Christ. And unlike Easter eggs, I only need to have one.