Just when you start to get a little hardened to all the commercial trappings of Easter something comes along to surprise you. We always had a rule with our children. Easter was such a special date that no hot Cross buns were to be eaten until Good Friday and no Easter eggs till Easter Sunday regardless of how early they were available in the shops.
As we are not going to be around next weekend we organized to have a surprise Easter Egg hunt after our usual shared Sunday lunch. We advised the three older boys that there would be two rules:
Firstly they should remember that the two year old twins could not move as fast as they could therefore once they had four larger eggs they must help the little ones find some too. (They could keep as many smaller ones as they found.)
Secondly as it would not be Easter Sunday until next week they would be allowed to choose one egg to eat and hand the bags over to Mum for Easter Sunday Morning.
Why was I surprised when those dear little boys, having collected their four main eggs started placing eggs down around the hunt area so that the babies could find them? This was not only the two older boys, Michael 9 and Daniel 6 but also four year old Luke. As we were walking through the back door Luke said to me, “Grandma! That was the best Easter Egg hunt ever.”
Now for the crunch! “Well boys, remember the rules, you can choose an egg to eat now before you hand the bags in and you will get them back on Easter Sunday.” I was hoping there would be no mutiny. Would you believe there was not one complaint or whinge, they all happily handed the bags in to be named. Even the babies handed their bags over without a murmur. How precious was that? In fact I am still chucking over it and that’s why it’s in my blog today.
The gestures of those dear little boys remind me once again of the true message of Easter, Unsparing generosity, self sacrifice and ultimate surrender. That’s what Jesus did when He gave his life to pay the price for our redemption.