I have to confess, I’m not a fan of the Easter bunny.
I loved the idea as a kid and never thought much about it as a young adult. But my ideals have changed having children of my own. I don’t know what it is about it that turns me off: the fact that it embodies a giant furry animal that delivers wicker filled chocolate or if it just feels phony to me in a way that Santa never has. And so, I have searched for a way to still embody the traditions of Easter while adding more meaning.
I grew up in a church that didn’t celebrate Palm Sunday so the last 2 years have been humbly intriguing as we have unpacked the meaning of the year’s most Holy Week. As I have searched for ways to enjoy, meditate and celebrate this week, I want to also teach this to my children. This year, I found this book called The Easter Story Egg.
This morning over breakfast, we started this new tradition and what I loved about the message of today, Palm Sunday, is the focus on worship. As the people watched Jesus parade through on a donkey they laid palm leaves down, shouted and praised him “hosanna”. It’s a message of hope… they longed to be saved, longed to have a king, longed for freedom from bondage.
A few years ago my family made a switch in churches. It wasn’t easy, along with it came hurt feelings and strains in long-time relationships.
One of the many things we looked for in a new church family was the authentic opportunity for worship to be a part of the way that our week started.
The first Sunday we walked into Classic City. Besides the fact that we felt so at home in such a room full of strangers, something else happened.
Finley stood next to me on the pew. She watched as the worship team gradually lifted their hands, worshipped, sang- not in theatrical performance kind of way- but authentically.
And for the first time I watched my passionate, musically drawn daughter lift her hands, close her eyes and praise Jesus. Much like I imagined the children did as Jesus paraded in on that donkey.
It is so easy for us, and our children, to get caught up in the worship of sports, technology, social media, fame…. if there is one thing I hope to model and teach my children it is to worship the only thing that can make them whole, the Lord.
Walls: intentional, yet subtle decor opportunities that can be the messages we surround our families with throughout our homes.
Prayer: on the way to school, at church, before games- ongoing prayer, a constant conversation of praise.
Joy, Junk & Jesus: Worship can take form of our conversations. Our amazing nanny Nicole taught our kids this tradition that we have adopted for everyday the last 2 years. Every member of the family shares: A joy for the day, a junky part of the day and a moment where they saw or represented Jesus.
Our children will model what they see.
Today, and everyday, it is about raising our hands high.