C-egg-ebrate

We now stand one week away from the pastel colored Christian holiday known as Easter and the eggs have already started flowing (I say that because we had a big egg hunt at church yesterday, it's not really pertinent to what I'm writing). I realized last night while I was laying in bed that for most of my life Easter hasn't been that big of a deal to me. For some reason it's always seemed like just another day with a little extra fanfare. Maybe it's because I don't like eggs, or because the Easter bunny never made sense to me, or because I really dislike pastels, I don't know.

The thing is, Christmas was and is a time I really look forward to, for the religious significance, time with family, and traditions. And I even look forward to Good Friday because it has been a deep and meaningful time for me since junior high. The sacrifice made by Jesus on our behalf is painful to remember, but the emotions of it are deep and moving. Then we come to Easter and I just think, "I'm so glad that Jesus rose from the dead," and I am, but there's not the same emotion or excitement as with Christmas or Good Friday.

Easter really should be the most exciting day of the year who believe that we are saved and made right with God because of the resurrection of Christ. So I wonder if we're just not all that good at celebrating. We do well with rememberance and meaning in the somber, but maybe we don't do as well with meaning in the joyous. Or maybe it's just me.