Easter

Easter.  I don't get it.  It makes no sense.  Easter bunnies and eggs and all the chocolate.  Don't get me wrong.  I believe in God, and Jesus, and the Resurrection, and it's awesome and amazing and I'm ever ever so thankful.  What I don't get is its association to Easter.

Are you telling me that Jesus hatched from an Easter Egg 2017 years ago?  Are you telling me that He is somewhat related to a rabbit?  Was chocolate His very favourite thing?  No?  Then what is the relevance?

I like chocolate, too.  In fact, I'm big into Easter chocolate.  I love Easter Eggs, creme eggs, Malteaster bunnies, and what is more I'm incredibly thankful to the airline actually supplying us with large numbers of Malteaster bunnies.

 

Here's to hoping that lots of the passengers turn them down and leave the leftovers for me.

I just don't understand how the chocolate, the bunnies and the chicks and Jesus are related.  In fact, I 100% believe that they're not.

And when people say "Happy Easter" to me I stare at them confusedly.  And when people talk about "The Easter Story" I laugh in the face of danger and think it is faintly ridiculous.

And I celebrate the resurrection every day of the year.  I believe that Jesus both died for my sins and was resurrected three days later - and that from that there is grace, and that grace is endless and everlasting.  

But the Easter Bunny?  Oh really, people, grow up.

And pass the chocolate... nom nom nom.