My 2012 Easter blog, tweaked slightly, because nothing has changed since last year. I still don't do Easter baskets (maybe when the grand kids come), and He is still risen indeed.
Despite the cold, rainy day, Easter is upon us.
"Did your kids get up early?" my neighbor asked me at church this morning. "I know it is shocking," I said, a little sheepish, "but I haven't done Easter baskets in about ten years." I began to explain how it was just too much with so many kids, and she nodded in agreement.
I was frequently finding that I had barely recovered from Christmas shopping when the task of filling half a dozen or more Easter baskets was staring me in the face.
The thought was frightening: people eying me down aisle 9 asking themselves why that woman was buying all that stuff? Who does she think she is, I could hear them ask the check out lady, the Easter Bunny?
And then as I paid for my Easter load I would feel compelled (as I often do when I do my grocery shopping) to lean in and explain the volume of my purchase to the poor, undeserving cashier. "Ahem," I begin, "just so you know, I have ten kids--eight still at home." Maybe I will get a t-shirt printed so I can stop explaining.
We do celebrate Easter. We dress up, attend church (a good chance you will find yourself at the sunrise service when you're married to Captain Fun), have ham or corned beef and cabbage for lunch and coconut cakes for dessert. In the evening we read the Easter story from Luke 24 for family devotions.
Mostly, we just let Easter be Easter. Trying to keep the focus on that quiet morning when Mary and the other women went to the tomb to find it empty, an angel announcing, "Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here, He is risen!"
That is the Easter memory I most want my kids to recall: He is risen indeed.