Bigger Than Bunnies; Better Than Candy

Growing up in the Midwest, I looked forward to Easter for a number of reasons.

I knew it was the celebration of the resurrection of Jesus. I believed it then and hold to the truth of it even more now. Life and hope.

And a party. We’d celebrate with lots of family, food and fun.

But in Chicago, it also meant the anticipation of the end of winter. No more slushy gray, biting cold and pewter skies.imgres-2

Mom would get us new outfits. Bright and colorful, fabric reflections of spring.

For more years than I care to remember, it snowed on Easter. Spring and snow shovels don’t coexist pleasantly.

As our family has grown, we’ve moved around the country quite a bit. From cold, gray springs in Wisconsin to hotter, more humid ones in Florida. I’ve learned I can whine about the humidity as readily as I can about the cold and gray. Go figure.

I still love Easter. The hope it reflects. The promise of life and light.

imgresBut as I get older, the plethora of bunnies, chicks and candy begins to get to me.

Don’t get me wrong. I love the furry, fuzzy little creatures. And my sweet tooth lies in wait for the return of jelly beans and chocolate eggs. Walking through Target and seeing the little Easter dresses on display brings a smile to my face.

Which is why admitting I’m the one who bought the baskets and candy for the grandkids feels sleazy. More than a little disingenuous. I’m complicit in the cultural push towards Easter’s focus being anything but meaningful.

I’m a walking conundrum.unnamed-4

I’m not proud of it. But I find that this is my life on most days. Deeply drawn to the spiritual. Distracted continually by the world around me.

I have the attention span of a gnat. The wayward heart of a prodigal.

But that’s the beauty of Easter. It isn’t about what I can do. Or how I’m able to follow through on great intentions.

It’s all about the One who left glory and beauty to live on earth amidst darkness and mess.  And die in my place. Because I don’t have what it takes to save myself.

“Jesus told her, ‘I am the resurrection and the life. Anyone who believes in Me will live, even after dying. Everyone who lives in Me and believes in Me will never ever die.’”   John 11:25-26

The world wants to default to bunnies and candy. Because it feels safer than having to admit no one can save themselves. Feeling safe, however, doesn’t make it possible to get to heaven.

It took death for that to happen.

Easter isn’t just a day. It’s a reality of hope in the darkness of life. A hope offered. Fully paid for. Freely given.

Not what I’ve done or can do. What Jesus has already done in love for me.

I’ll trade my jelly beans for that any day.














12 responses to “Bigger Than Bunnies; Better Than Candy”

  1. A beautiful remembrance of this very special day of blessings.


    1. Thank you, Tom. Your encouragement is greatly appreciated.


  2. I agree Dayle; I trust JESUS on Easter because it does feel safer to admit I can’t save myself! I like a new colorful outfit, as much as the next gal, but I like the REALITY of HOPE in the DARKNESS of Life, better!


    1. Light is so much better than darkness. Any day. Love you, Lo!


  3. “I’m complicit in the cultural push towards Easter’s focus being anything but meaningful. I’m a walking conundrum.” Powerful, scalpel-like words! Love your wordsmithing, my friend. And you.


    1. Oh, Pen, your words really minister to my heart in so many ways. Thank you. For knowing me.


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    alice fredricks

    Amen, Dayle! I’ve been thinking a lot this Easter about friends who only see Easter as egg hunts and Easter baskets…how I wish I could help them see what Jesus REALLY did for us that we who know Him celebrate!


    1. I talked to a gentleman who called folks who go to church only on Christmas and Easter “Christers”. Which pretty much sums up a haphazard nod to Jesus. I don’t want to live that way–He is definitely worth the celebration.


  5. This one is going on my favorites list! I love your honesty about the tension between intentionally moving closer to the Lord and being simultaneously pulled away by our commercialization and marketing gurus. I live there too. “A walking conundrum” or not… I love and appreciate you!


    1. You are so kind in how you encourage. I love that you really read this. That it’s not just something you brush off and glance at. You have no idea how that blesses me. Thanks for that. And yes, we are walking conundrums that relish company. I’m glad that’s you.


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    1. Thanks for continuing to encourage me with my writing this thing. You have no idea what that means–especially from a pro like you!


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