Easter is my favorite holiday. I don’t feel inundated with the pressure of commercialism. The Easter bunny does visit our house, but I find much more pleasure in the filling of baskets than the wrapping of presents at Christmas. Easter symbolizes new life. Flowers bloom, leaves return to barren trees, animals birth their young, and spring begins to emerge. Grass is greener, children are back outside, after hibernating on winter days, and light slowly grants us longer hours to play.
For God so loved us…
But, most importantly, Easter, to me, is a time of intense sadness and amazement and thanksgiving for my Savior. I have always found it odd that cheerful pastels are the colors associated with this solemn time.
In 3 days time, Jesus was denied, brutally beaten, and nailed to a cross that will forever be a reminder of the sin He took from all of us. He, in those treacherous, pain-filled hours, rectified our short comings. He took the pain, so that I would not have to.
“And they will mock him and spit on him, and flog him and kill him. And after three days he will rise.” – Mark 10:34
He was placed in a tomb, and on that 3rd day, He rolled the stone away. He lived. He LIVES!
His death lead to my forgiveness. His resurrection lead to new and eternal lives for all who believe in Him.
This most selfless act that will never be matched. Thank you, sweet Jesus.































