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My childhood memory of Easter confronts me with three very pleasant reflections. Perhaps my first experience with the idea of Easter came with the way our parents would sacrifice so much for us to look pretty and handsome at the church on Easter Sunday. We never felt more special nor looked better than that at any time for any reason.                                       

Coming in second as I look back over several decades ago is the delightful Easter egg hunt. As a child, that was one of the most fun experiences of the year.  The hunt was always on Easter Sunday after returning home from church services.  There was the added bonus of the hunt within the hunt.  That is to say that there was always 'A Golden Egg' that included something extra special that always lit up our happy stary eyes and hearts.                                                        

But the third item was the most mysterious of the three even though it always appeared first chronologically. In fact, there was Holy Week that always seemed to flow with a sense of awe.  There were movies depicting the 'day Christ died' and the Sunday that he rose.  Nevertheless, the Friday before Easter known as Good Friday was a problem for me because I did not understand how a day could be good when such an evil act happened to Jesus.  I do not remember when, but heaven surely shined its light on me and explained the goodness of Good Friday.  I tell you, that light was so bright that it lit up my entire life and the light of Christ's Goodness and what he did for me and you have served me for a  lifetime and will continue to do so throughout eternity.

Certain traditions and celebrations over time often fall by the wayside, and family values and habits change.  Life takes on different priorities.  Notwithstanding, we must remember that we enter this world with a family standing by our sides, and when we leave this world, families will be there as we exit.  Oh, I know that the boiled and painted eggs no longer grace our lawn, and our kids and grandkids may not be as well and formally dressed as we were in yesteryears.  That's okay, as long as we never forget as our families gather for dinner this Easter that Easter must always be about THE CHRIST and The Family.
03292018 FB PS Contest, Easter 2018, Hopkins-Drewer
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