Hunting Easter eggs has become a fun and creative pastime for many people on Easter Sunday. I can remember, when I was younger, my uncle James hiding eggs in the most frustrating places, making it impossible for kids to find them. I’m still not sure if that was meant as a challenge for us, or a personal satisfaction for him. Either way, hunting eggs was a big thing for our family.
As I’ve grown, I see the younger generation get excited over the process. It seems that they’re always ready to see who can find the most and which ones will be plastic capsules holding the coveted prize: cash. It’s nice to see the kids have so much fun. It’s a joy to watch them and bank memories, as I’m sure my elders did when I was young.
However, I wonder how many of the kids are coming into the Easter holiday with a clear understanding of the “reason for the season.”
The true joy of Easter can’t be found in the plastic egg my uncle hid. And while it’s a joy to watch the kids and see the family, the joy of Easter isn’t in the family bonding time. The true JOY of Easter is that God sent His Son to the cross. That Christ went to Calvary, with no sins of His own to pay for, in order to give us life everlasting.
“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” John 3:16
That’s the true Easter egg. And even better, it’s the egg you don’t have to search for. It’s the egg that is searching for you. You are the potential “whosoever” in that verse.
When Christ was on the cross, He was thinking of you. He was planning for your future. He was finding you and telling you that He loves you enough to die for you. He did the searching: He searched throughout time, knowing that you would need Him, and decided you were worth giving it all for. He provided that Easter egg, without making you search. Because He loves you. Because God loves you.
“But God commendeth His love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” Romans 5:8
So, while you’re hiding those Easter eggs Sunday afternoon (Because you’ll be in church Sunday morning, right?) remember that there’s already a coveted, plastic, priceless egg with your name on it. And you didn’t even have to search for it.