Easter 2010

Easter Bunny came

Inappropriately dressed boys saw
Special Easter clothes were not bought due to time and budget constraints (and lack of willingness to wear)
Eggs were hunted

Loot was eaten
Bunny biscuits were enjoyed
Christ is Risen!!

Egg-citing

The boys had a lot of fun with decorating Easter eggs.

The Elusive Chocolate Bunny

I grew up in a small town, and by small town I mean that we did not even have a Dairy Queen or a stoplight. My class was one of the larger classes. By graduation, we had 7 in our class. Easter was always about the class egg hunt. We would bring our brightly colored, hard-boiled eggs to school. The teacher would hide them, and we would hunt them. The person who found the most eggs would win the big, beautiful, chocolate bunny. I wanted that bunny. I mean I really, really wanted that bunny. It wasn't about the chocolate, although that was a plus, it was about winning. I wasn't athletically gifted (shocking, I know). Field days and track meets were always about trying to humiliate myself as little as possible. But an egg hunt, surely I could manage to succeed in that. My competitiveness would go into high gear. I would begin psyching myself up for the hunt weeks before the event. Every year I would tell myself that this would be the year in which I won the bunny. I would always be so close. Only an egg or 2 off from winning the big bunny. After the 5th grade egg hunt, I realized that the bunny would never be mine because next year there would be no egg hunt. Over the summer, my school decided to make 6th grade a part of elementary. This meant one more chance for the bunny. The day of the egg hunt came. I hunted my heart out while still trying to appear cool about it. After all, I was a 6th grader and 6th graders must appear cool. The eggs were counted. I DID IT!! I had the most eggs. Finally, the elusive chocolate bunny would be mine. Except for the fact that my teacher that year did not have a chocolate bunny as a prize. The bunny once again escaped my grasp. Oh, the childhood trauma that I have suffered.

Now that I am an adult, I realize that not only every Easter but also every day I have been given the greatest prize. Christ died and rose again so that I could have the prize of eternal life. That prize is a little better than a chocolate bunny. He is risen! Happy Easter.