Since childhood, I had grown fascinated by foreign books and heard a lot about “Easter eggs.” Parents hiding easter eggs under thickets and flower shrubs and kids looking for them on Easter morning. I think I even wrote a story or two about it. But I didn’t know what it meant.
But with Google, I was able to do some research this morning, on the significance of the “Easter eggs” some people of non-African cultures decorate and give to others.
Here, my findings:
Easter eggs, also called Paschal eggs, are decorated eggs that are often given to celebrate Easter or springtime. The oldest tradition is to use dyed and painted chicken eggs, but a modern custom is to substitute chocolate eggs, or plastic eggs filled with confectionery such as jelly beans.
Eggs, in general, were a traditional symbol of fertility, and rebirth. In Christianity, for the celebration of Eastertide, Easter eggs symbolize the empty tomb of Jesus: though an egg appears to be like the stone of a tomb, a bird hatches from it with life; similarly, the Easter egg, for Christians, is a reminder that Jesus rose from the grave, and that those who believe will also experience eternal life.
This made a lot of sense.
Well… with that, I reflected on this scripture in Romans 8:11 this morning…
If the spirit that RAISED Christ from the dead DWeLLS in you, he shall also QUICKEN your mortal
bodies. (My paraphrase)
I felt lighter this morning. Christ rose from the dead. True. Christ dwells in me. That’s a given. So I have an automatic access to exhularating life in all its aspects. I need not worry. Not fear. Just trust and obey.
I wish you can reflect on this and answer the questions too.