Egg Hunt
I remember a couple of Easter Egg Hunts I have participated in (as a child)…(hey, why don’t they make Adult Easter Egg Hunts? …. that’d be cool… there could be itunes gift cards or something in the plastic eggs… although, adults would probably knock each other over and stuff… nevermind)… Okay, EEH… I don’t recall being impressed with whatever was in the eggs I found…. But I do remember liking BEING there. Randie and Ryan are probably wishing they were somewhere else right now.
It’s hard to enclose a cup of coffee in a plastic easter egg…. now THAT would be impressive. 🙂
Here comes the calvary! Poor guys, nice splash page though!
Went to church today, was fun! The church smelt like musk oil though, is that common? Also, Jesus tastes like Wonderbread.
Yes, you were smelling the incense that the priest dispenses during the mass… I love that smell! It’s has symbolism… the burning of the incense is that of God’s Burning Love for His people… you inhale this and then you exhale the odor of Christ…
Sadly, I always thought Jesus tasted like cardboard… depends on which church you go to I guess. I prefer Matzos… with butter. No offense Jesus.
I went to a Protestant church, so I’m figuring it’s 100 year old furniture polish. Or maybe the candles up at the front(which are tall enough to burn for 100 years) Pleasant nonetheless, I just couldn’t figure out what it was at the time.
I had a bit of a “D’oh!” moment though, during communion I thought they were handing out real wine, which I once tried and-My tastebuds disagreed rather dramatically. Turned out it was grape juice. But I did have the bread(which are croutons that haven’t gone stale yet, no fancy wafers for us ;)!) so I guess I just had Commu. But I had a lovely time, and I will go back. Thanks to Randie for giving me the idea! Have a fabulous Easter!
Long weird comment is weird.
Awesome memories… dying Easter eggs with my mom, then hunting in the front and back yard for those pastel treasures with my younger brothers. In later years, helping hide the eggs. A family tradition handed down to my daughters; now their kids are too old. :/ My most diabolical hiding place: An orange egg, in plain sight in a crook of an orange tree.
Happy Easter, everybody!
Happy Easter, All!
He is Risen!
We had a wonderful Easter service as well. Like many other places, our communion wafers are made of just flour and water.
Why is that, you ask? Well… back at the first Passover, which occurred the night of the last plague delivered against Egypt by God to make the Pharaoh release Israel, the bread served was unleavened bread, made without yeast, to show that when God delivered them, it would be so sudden that they didn’t have time to let the bread rise.
The Last Supper, where Jesus Christ instituted the Last Supper – what many now call Holy Communion – was a Passover meal. The Cup of Blessing – the third of four cups of wine drunk during the meal – is thought to be the one where Jesus said, “Take and drink, this is my blood of the new covenant, poured out for you for the forgiveness of sins.” The bread used for the other portion of the Last Supper (“Take and eat. This is my body…”) was unleavened bread. It was taken from a matzah that earlier in the meal had been removed from between two other matzah (symbolizing Father, Son, and Holy Spirit in New Testament Seders), then broken (crucified), hidden (buried) and recovered (literally “Resurrected” in the Hebrew language), and then shared among all at the table. Everything in the original Passover meal pointed to Jesus as the coming Messiah.
When it came to Easter egg hunts in my family when I was a kid, Dad was the ultimate authority. He ALWAYS knew the eggs were hidden only in the living room, ALWAYS had good hints on where to find them, and ALWAYS knew when the last one had been found. It was uncanny. He was a clever man, was my dad.
Exactly, Pete! I love all the symbolism and metaphor that God uses… and during that night in Egypt if you had the blood of the lamb on your door, the plague would pass over your house… and If you have the blood of the Lamb of God on your heart (answered the knock of Jesus) you get to live for all eternity. All good stuff.
As far as Easter egg hunts go… we usually just got a HUGE basket filled with ridiculous amounts of chocolate… Cadbury eggs (my favorite), m&ms (might as well be speed for chocoholics), peanut butter eggs… a chocolate bunny, of course, and jelly beans and such… malted milk eggs… oh so good. Do you think diabetes runs in my family?
Jammie, chocolate covered espresso beans would make a fine plastic Easter egg prize!
I like the fact that the visible part of the title on Randie’s book so perfectly sums up her expression.