Today, I stuffed colorful, plastic eggs, and then "hid" them.
Personally, I think this practice is ridiculous. I think it cheapens the meaning of Easter. But I was at someone else's house, and they were doing an egg hunt. So I helped. I was having a hard time not being grumpy in my heart about it.
But it was soggy outside, and it looked so much like spring. I was bending down to put eggs in bushes and next to rocks and I could just smell spring down there in the dirt. Too often I conform to societal norms and don't go sit in the mud and run my fingers through the soggy spring dirt. In that sense, eggs were redeemed.
Still, I would never choose to do egg hunts, and if I ever have kids, which is I highly doubt will happen, they will NOT partake in any "Easter" activities which draw away from Jesus.
My stance is the same, but I can appreciate putting your hands in the dirt for some plastic colorful egg, if only to smell the spring.
Also, my spring bag had its debut today!
