Easter always brings back fond memories for me. Growing up my church always had pretty awesome Easter plays, many of which I had the pleasure of being in. I loved singing in the choir or being on stage as an actor. I loved retelling the greatest story ever told.
My family participated in Easter egg hunts, we got Easter baskets and brand new Easter clothes but these are not the things that I loved about Easter. I loved celebrating Jesus. I loved the songs we sang about His resurrection and the Scriptures that were read – I loved the excitement and the hope.
I loved Easter.
I loved Jesus.
For as long as I can remember, I always had a deep love for Him and a desire to please Him. Growing up my mom always told me stories about how I loved Jesus from an early age – how I would sing about Him and worship Him. I loved hearing these stories and I know my mom loved telling them.
What mom wouldn’t?
I know, I would!
But, as I look back on my life over the past few years and some really bad decisions I’ve made I can’t help but examine that little girl and wonder what was missing.
I got Easter. I got Jesus. I got salvation.
So what was missing?
What part of the Easter message did I not understand? (Because that’s really where Christianity begins, isn’t it?)
I used to think it was a lack of understanding grace since, until recent years, I had never done anything too “notable” in the sin department. I thought maybe because I never had to be forgiven of anything “big”, that maybe I didn’t really understand God’s grace.
But I now realize that that’s not really what it was. I don’t think it’s the message of grace that I was missing, rather it was the message of love – a love so great that it caused God to pursue me.
As a mom, this is what I want my son to understand. Not so much salvation or even grace but God’s deep, deep love for Him. The love that drove Him to send His son to the cross.
I write more on this topic in my post, What I Want My Son to Know about Easter, over at MOMspuration. I would love it if you would check it out.
Here’s a small taste of that post:
Motherhood has a way of changing your perspective on… well, pretty much everything! Now that I am a mom, I frequently think in terms of what it is that I want to teach or model for my son or how it is that I want him to respond to certain situations.
As Easter is approaching, I find myself doing the same and I don’t mean the great Easter basket or no Easter basket debate. Yes, it is absolutely important to me that my son knows the meaning of Easter. However, I don’t believe that giving him an Easter basket will keep him from this knowledge.
I grew up solidly knowing the meaning of Easter and I got an Easter basket, too. I’m not knocking parents that don’t do the Easter basket thing but as for me and my house we will have Easter baskets!
Beyond the fact that Easter is about the resurrection of Christ I find myself wondering what exactly it is that I want my son to know about Easter. Yep. I said beyond the resurrection.