Bunnies and Eggs

Easter Cupcakes

“Dad, what do eggs have to do with bunny rabbits?” my eight-year-old son asked me last week. I just chuckled, shook my head and told him, “Not a thing, buddy. Not a thing.”

His question of course, was about the trappings of Easter. He’s seen them everywhere for weeks. When I picked up him and his older sister to spend the Spring Break with me, both of them were packing chocolate rabbits tall enough to reach their knees. Micaiah’s rabbit was already missing both ears.

I haven’t told him the full Easter story yet. I’d like to tell him today. At least to bring up what Easter is really about. I’m sure he’s old enough to handle the details. He can certainly handle the blood and killing part. He is a seasoned warrior on Call of Duty. I’m just not sure how to tell him about Jesus rising again from the dead without it sounding as crazy as an Easter Bunny who goes around handing out jelly beans and chocolate.

He knows that Christmas is really to celebrate Jesus’ birthday. His mother and I didn’t do “Santa” with him or his six older siblings. So, he’s never been told that Santa exists. He thinks that whole tradition is a big joke. But believe me, he gets just as excited as any Santa-believing kid does about getting Christmas presents!  He just knows they’re from me or his mom. He’s even bright enough not to spoil the Santa story for kids he’s friends with whose families do the Santa thing.

We don’t do the Easter Bunny either, so there’s no colored eggs in baskets when he wakes up this morning. This really isn’t a knock on families who do easter baskets. I think that’s a way to keep young kids interested in what really ought to be a special, memorable holiday. But I’m stumped about how to explain the true back story and meaning of Easter, and attempt to make any connection whatsoever with the pagan fertility symbols of eggs and rabbits. He is curious and analytical. He will want to know. The Easter cruft is much tougher to sell to a kid than the Christmas cruft. It’s a tough sell to me, and I’m nearly half-a-century old. With Santa, at least gift-giving goes with the story of the Magi and Jesus’ birth.  But truly, there is no “thread” I can conceive of to connect rabbits and eggs to the resurrection of the Messiah.

The only connection he might understand is seasonal. Easter occurs in Spring, when we celebrate new life. That’s cool, but to celebrate reproduction too? And, btw, just what does the fabrication and propagation of stories about a mythical bunny who goes around distributing colored eggs and candy in baskets of plastic grass have to do with a brutal execution and an empty tomb? I mean, who conspired to come up with this bs? I probably will leave out that stuff when I tell him today about the risen Lord.

Belief in the true story comes down to a revelation from God and simple faith. There is nothing in my experience that will help me to believe that someone can live again after he’s dead. I just believe. And I believe in spite of my experience or lack thereof. Neither is there anything my senses can deliver to me to assist my belief. Bunnies and eggs don’t help me believe in a resurrected Jesus. I believe in spite of chocolate and candy and every other thing that might distract me from the amazing truth that my Lord, my Savior, is alive!

Reading the passages again in the gospels I can see that there was a lot of fantastical stuff and a lot of unbelief surrounding the first Easter narrative. There are angels in sparkling clothes, a stone rolled away mysteriously from a tomb, grave clothes folded up by themselves where a body had been placed. There’s Jesus disguised as a gardener. There’s Jesus disguised as a stranger on the road. There’s Jesus materializing into a locked room. And then, in condescension and recognition of his follower’s dependency upon their senses, there’s Jesus stretching out his hands to Thomas telling him to put his finger in the holes.

Then he says, “Now, because you have seen do you believe? More blessed are they who have not seen and still believe.”

I am hoping and praying that my little boy will one day experience that blessedness of the un-seeing and come to know Jesus for himself, and that by faith he will experience the life-changing joy of His resurrection from the dead, and that he will experience the life of Jesus within himself.

I pray that he will know there’s more going on than meets the eyes or can be felt with fingertips or be tasted with the tip of his tongue…Even if sometimes the un-seen truth feels harder to believe in than egg-laying bunny rabbit myths.