Monday, April 12, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Oh, Happy Day!
Friday, April 2, 2010
WHAT?!?
Easter is a pagan fertility holiday.
The term “Easter” was derived sometime before the year 900AD from the Anglo-Saxon pagan goddess “Eostre”. Eostre was a goddess of fertility who was said to visit the earth each Spring in the form of a hare (Easter bunnies are “hares”, not “rabbits”!) who annually birthed a fertility egg that went into the ground, causing the earth’s “fertility” that gave rise to the growth of the spring season. Hares and eggs have been symbols of fertility in paganism for millennia.
As is the case with many holidays, as Anglo-Saxons converted to Christianity they redeemed their celebrations, replacing pagan practices with Christian ones but sometimes retaining forms and customs from old rituals. This is how we came to celebrate the resurrection of Christ on a holiday called “Easter”, dyed eggs began to represent the spilt blood of Christ and a tomb, and the Easter Bunny became a holiday “mascot” instead of a goddess-avatar.
But Eostra was a legend, nothing more, and every one of her followers’ bodies stayed in a grave.
Don't we all suffer with forgetting the real meaning of Easter?! They may not be the same; but easter egg hunting, candy, candy, more candy, dying eggs, easter baskets, wearing bright colors and big hats? Not to say that I don't participate--of course I love to dress Caleb up, eat lots of candy, and be sure that Matt and I are in our Sundays best. I mean, who doesn't?
But sometimes I need to sit back and think--Christ died for my sins, but would I be willing to die for the gospel? Christ was missional beyond my imagination, but am I willing to even share the gospel with my friends? Christ will never leave me nor forsake me, but do i sometimes leave and forsake him? I am constantly being drawn back to the cross because I have a Father who cares to continually watch over me and bring me back.
I just hope that I never forget what Christ has done for me. In the midst of prayer, he was betrayed and taken to be persecuted. His own friends turned their backs on him--strangers spit on him--He was nailed to the cross and put to death. and for WHAT?! For our sins...OUR sins! I am so thankful for his death, for a loving Savior, and for the resurrection. I am a sinner and deserve only hell, but my Lord is RISEN!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Plaid Shorts Sunday!
Love, Meredith(for the Svoboda's)