Could you imagine if kids sat on fake Jesus’s lap for Easter instead of this fuzzy creature? I guess that would be strange. But sitting on a massive white bunny is strange too if you ask me. I guess you could say that growing up I had the traditional Easter experience. My mom would hide Easter eggs for my brother and me. We usually got a basket filled with C-A-N-D-Y. Most years we made it to church to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus.
This is my first Easter as a married adult with no kids around and I’m sitting here pondering what Easter is really truly ultimately about. I’m definitely not a “CEO Christian“, a term I just learned this week. I love church so I’m usually there throughout the week. Still, I can’t help but to observe the importance of Easter Sunday. Why do so many people show up?
Even if you aren’t Christian, I imagine you have heard the story of Jesus at least once in your life. It’s the greatest story ever told. Jesus lived the perfect life. He was fully God and fully man and He never sinned. In the end, He took the blame for all of our sins. He became the sacrificial lamb who was pure, holy & blameless. It had to be Him because He was the only way we could ever enter into the presence of God.
The resurrection of Jesus is what holds all of Christianity together. Through His resurrection death lost it’s sting. He is alive, even today. I get really excited knowing that I believe in a living God. Have you thought about the power in His resurrection? What does it mean to you?