EGGS

Springtime and the Easter holiday bring back all kinds of wonderful memories of my childhood.  It’s funny the things that you remember.  I can remember smells vividly.  I can remember the smell of a ham baking in the oven, potatoes and eggs cooking on the stove in preparation for potato salad, and pies cooling on a table near a window.

In the afternoon the older siblings and the adults would hide Easter eggs for the younger ones in the family and their guests.  These were not the plastic eggs that many hide today; they were the real eggs that we had colored the day before.  Do you remember the Paas coloring kit? You could color the egg with a solid background, and then you could paint another color or stripes and shapes on it after it dried.

The real treat for me was to open the eggs and with the aid of the salt shaker, devour the eggs in succession.

As I have gotten older and my children have grown I have begun to appreciate the more spiritual side of this time of the year.  The knowledge that Jesus died upon the cross for my sin has brought with it a peace and calmness that the Bible calls the “peace that passes all understanding.” Although we tend to think about his vicarious death at Easter-time, we should think of his death and resurrection each Lord’s Day [Sunday].

—Paul