The Hunt (an Easter musing)

It is kind of hard to ignore that Easter is soon upon us. I’ve always been mindful of how strange it is to be the minority faith in America, even though I’m part of the majority. My closest friends were Hindu or Jewish while I was in school, and I still remember how awkward it was that the principal would say a Jesus-centric prayer at every football game at our public (meaning not private, thus not religious) high school football games.

It seems so strange that non-religious organizations such as grocery stores and pharmacies and craft supply shops will have displays for every Christian holiday but totally ignore the fact that there are people who have other festivals and observances who live in the same community. I think it is best to have all, or none.

But I digress.

I saw a sign at the local grocery store saying “The Hunt is On” over a huge display of Easter candy. The hunt? Oh right. Easter eggs. Hidden. And you go find them.

Plenty of people say that Easter is a pagan holiday, that the Christians simply adopted the celebration of Ostara as their own. They say that to celebrate Easter is to worship a false god (or goddess). Maybe this is true. It bears further research.

But, it seems backwards, this entire idea of us hunting for eggs.

We aren’t the ones who do the seeking. God is.

God is the one who seeks us.
God is the father to the prodigal son.
God is the one who goes to find the lost sheep.
God is the one who seeks the lost coin.
God puts everything aside to find us, to gather us up like a hen shelters her chicks.
God is the one who heals us.

We are the eggs, hidden, lost, confused, ashamed.
God finds us, brings us out into the light.

Notice how beautiful hand painted Easter eggs are. Each one is different and special. That is how God sees us.

Traditional-Easter-eggs-008

Don’t be afraid.

My friends, don’t be afraid of those who can kill the body, because that’s all they can do. They are not able to kill the soul. If you have to be afraid, fear the One who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell after you die.

There is nothing covered that won’t be uncovered, nothing hidden that won’t be revealed. Whatever you have heard in the dark you should speak in the light, and whatever you have heard whispered in your ear you should shout from the rooftops.

Aren’t sparrows sold for a penny? Yet God notices if even one of them falls to the ground. Even the hairs of your head are counted. Therefore, don’t be afraid – you are worth more than many sparrows.

MT 10:26-31, LK 12:2-3