With "All Glory, Laud, and Honor" still on our lips from Palm Sunday yesterday and hopes of Easter baskets to come on Sunday, the girls decorated Easter Eggs today in the basement. I was about to title this post "Happy Holy Week" as this is, traditionally, the most holy week of the Christian calendar (I know, you Westminsterites...every Sunday is Resurrection Sunday). And, indeed, it is an exciting week to meditate in a special way on the life, death, and resurrection of Christ, to celebrate the work of His Spirit in the now, and to look forward to His coming again. But Easter eggs? Do they have anything to do with Jesus? About as much as Rudolph does with the manger. And, not unlike Christmas being near the winter's solstice, Easter falls near the Spring Equinox. Colored eggs? Other than tricking Eleanor into eating a hard boiled egg, they really have no religious significance. Actually, after doing some serious research on Wikepedia (see "Easter Egg"), I learned that they are really a celebration of ancient fertility rites and the rebirth of the earth with spring. Oops.
Roscoe is thinking, "People are so weird. Why can't I just eat these??."
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