I can’t take credit for this explanation as I have taken it from a very wise and valuable gem who is a retired teacher and wife of a pastor. I asked her if I could use it and she graciously said yes.
Why do we Christian’s hunt for Easter eggs? Many churches today offer the Easter egg hunt following their services that just honored the resurrection of Christ. I’ve been bothered by this, so I had to check it out…
The Orthodox Christian church in Mesopotamia in the early centuries would paint the eggs red for the blood of Christ and give them out on Easter, as the people had given up eggs for Lenten and it was a treat to be able to resume eating them.
Early Christian missionaries hid Easter eggs painted with biblical scenes for children to find. The children would find the Easter eggs and tell the story associated with the paintings. Therefore, early Easter egg hunts helped children learn about the significance of Easter.
One of the earliest Easter egg hunts that most resembles the modern Easter egg hunt can be traced to Martin Luther. Martin Luther was a key leader in the Protestant Reformation. During this time, men would hide eggs for women and children to find. The joy the women and children experienced as they found eggs mirrored the joy the women felt when they found Jesus’ tomb empty and realized He had risen.
Eggs represented rebirth and new life, just as knowing Christ is for the Believer. So… if the imagery presented by the egg is explained to children, then I am all for the Easter egg hunt. If the hunt is used as a drawing card to bring people to a social event, then I am not. Let’s teach our children what the egg hunt means— it can tell the story of Jesus and new birth and joy! It’s all about Jesus, people!
What does this weekend mean to you as it is resurrection Sunday? In my final testimony that is in my manuscript is one of healing. After all that was done, the courts completed their job. I found myself moving from one church to another. My mom was searching, and I was along on the journey. We went to a church where the women/girls couldn’t wear make-up and always in a dress even while swimming. They were very good to us. One of the days we were there my mom decided to get baptized and I am not sure if I was fully present for the decision to be baptized, but I was baptized the same day as my mother.
Here is the miracle part. I stood in the water physically injured. When he dunked me under, I know it was just a second, but time stood still under that water. The warmth surrounding me and not really hearing anything audible but just a feeling like there was someone under the water with me. Then as I came up from the water there were two hands reaching for me. Not behind me but in front of me. All I could see behind those hands was white and looking up not recognizable face. I am sure there were sounds all around me, but it was so silent, and I could make out was a gentle voice saying, “you are going to be alright.” Then I am back in real time with people praising and singing. When I did go back for a checkup I was healed.
“There is one body and one Spirit, just as you were called to one hope when you were called; one Lord, on faith, one baptism; one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all” (Ephesians 4: 4-6).
“Baptism, which corresponds to this, now saves you, not as removal of dirt from the body but as an appeal to God for a good conscience, through the resurrection of Jesus Christ” (1 Peter 3:21).
“I myself did not know him, but he who sent me to baptize with water said to me, ‘He on whom you see the Spirit descend and remain, this is he who baptizes with the Holy Spirit” (John 1:33).
The song I listened to over and over this week reached down deep into my inner soul. He laid down His life for me. No other can love me like Jesus. And “He knows my name.” Tasha Cobbs Leonard and Jimi Cravity bring these words to a crescendo of worship. Pour your heart out to Him as He walks with you and talks with you. Dear Jesus, You know my name and I thank you as I am your own.
Blessings to all,