He
is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he
lay. Matthew 28:6
During
this season of Lent, Easter is on my brain.
It reminds me of when I was a young girl, my Grandma Allen used to make
beautifully decorated sugar Easter eggs.
The eggs were huge, about the size of Aggie’s head. They were brightly colored and decorated so
pretty. She made the eggs where you
could open up the eggs and see the inside of them. She always placed homemade chocolate covered
peanut butter candy inside. She said
each time I ate a piece of candy I would be reminded of Jesus’ sweet love for
us by his sacrifice he made on the cross for our sins. She said when the egg was empty I would be
reminded of the empty tomb and Jesus rising into heaven. I remember one year eating almost all of the
candy at one sitting. I felt
miserable. My tummy hurt so bad and it
was true, all I could think about was Jesus.
I kept asking him to help me feel better and to make my pain go
away. I don’t think that was my
Grandma’s idea behind the wonderful candy and beautiful egg.
An
egg means new life. It reminds us that there is a new life inside that
can come out. We celebrate Easter Sunday because that is the day that
Jesus came out of the grave and He was alive.
Let us pray.
