Every clever bunny knowsUnknown
That tea refreshes – top to toes
So put the kettle on and brew
a lovely cup for me and you
Just as we all have our favourites at Christmas, those tunes that make the season feel like the season, The Victor is one of my Easter tunes. I know you’re not supposed to jump ahead to Easter morning on Good Friday…but I can’t help it! I just want to celebrate!
Keith Green had a huge impact on me as a kid. Not only was he a brilliant songwriter, he could play the piano with a fire in his soul, and I wanted to play like that! I was still playing Mary Had a Little Lamb. Sometimes his songs were humorous, like So You Wanna Go Back to Egypt or Dear John Letter to the Devil. But most often, he boldly sang against hypocritical and complacent believers. He possessed zeal to love and serve the Lord with everything he had. He stirred my soul to want more than just to warm a pew. He was passionate about His relationship with Jesus Christ, having studied and lived multiple faiths and schools of thought in his quest to find purpose and peace in this life. Though he was far from perfect and his black & white, apostle-Paul approach sometimes created conflict within the music industry, his devotion was unquestionable. He wasn’t willing to compromise his faith in any way.
Keith Green died in a plane accident in 1983, several years before I even started to listen to his music. Though the “style” is dated (and the hair and clothes), the message is timeless. It gives me Easter joy any day of the year.
Keith’s joy is contagious and his humorous interjections (which are more prominent in the recording on his album, No Compromise, never fail to make me smile. Victory over the enemy. And when he pleads, Listen…oh listen”, I close my eyes and listen. From somewhere deep inside. I imagine the angels rejoicing on that first Easter morning and I imagine how they will rejoice on the day that Christ returns for me. My voice joins with theirs.
Do not abandon yourself to despair. We are the Easter people and Hallelujah is our song. Pope John Paul II.
I read a story once about a little boy born with no ears. He was tormented by the other kids because he was disfigured. When he was old enough, surgeons were able to give him ears from an anonymous donor, and he grew confidently, out from under the shadow that had plagued him in his younger years. It wasn’t until he was standing with his father at the open casket of his mom, that his Dad asked him if he ever wondered who gave him his ears. Of course the boy, a man now, had always assumed it was someone who had died. His father reached forward, and gently smoothed the strands of Mom’s hair away from her face. All these years, she had hidden the scars left from where her ears had been removed. Amazing Love!
We live in a world that scrutinizes everything for imperfections. We vigilantly conceal and seek to erase our flaws and scars because we view them as ugly and shameful. But when Jesus appeared before His bewildered and weary disciples after the resurrection, He openly showed them His scars. Rather than concealing them, He who was perfect, retained these marks on His flesh to bear witness to the depths of His humiliation and suffering, and the depths of His love. Jesus withheld nothing, choosing to subject Himself to trauma and pain on our behalf. Jesus withholds nothing now. Amazing Love!
He is the Wounded One. He is the Resurrected One. He is the Living One.
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For the last 6 weeks, I have observed Lent, not because it was required but because I wanted to. Just like last year, I gave up sugar in all its forms, no easy task for someone who loves her sweets! 🙂 Last year, I became aware of how often I run to sweets when I’m disappointed, sad, bored, or angry, instead of running to the Lord. This year, I have had no grand revelations or deep thoughts, until this final week. Jesus’ scars.
I have many scars, not just on my body, but on my heart. Some wounds have faded, some have been healed completely; others are still keenly felt. Jesus touches every one.
Most of my scars are the result of my own making, in the choices I’ve made and the situations I have put myself in. Not all, of course. People are cruel, self-centered creatures by nature and we can easily become hapless victims in their games.
“Jesus’ wounds take in my hurt. My scars reveal His glory.”
– Sharon Garlough Brown
Whether by choice or the choice of another, each nick and knock has had a part in shaping me. They may not have been part of God’s original plan for my life, but they are glorious marks because of His power to heal and restore. All of my wounds and scars are part of my story, but God is the Author and Perfecter of my faith. He is the One who has redeemed all my mistakes. Amazing Love! So my prayer this Easter is this:
If You can hold the stars in place
You can hold my heart the same
Whenever I fall away, whenever I start to break
So here I am lifting up my heart
To the One who holds the stars*
To the one with nail-scarred hands. Lord, help me to say to others “this is where I hurt…this is where God has healed”. Let my marks bear witness to the depths of Your love. Amen.
Every year, I have written short and silly posts about Chocolate Bunny Psychology, and it continues to be one of my most popular posts…all year long. What is it about cannibalizing chocolate bunnies that attract so many people worldwide?!? Maybe the Beatles got it wrong. It’s not “all we need is love” – it’s all we need is chocolate bunnies. Could bunnies be the next weapon of mass destruction? Or even better, if we could harness the power of the bunny, could we have full and lasting world peace? Something to ponder while I demolish this pink foiled confection.
How do you eat your chocolate bunny and just what does it say about you? Where do you start – ears first? Toes? Tummy? I usually start with the candy eye (maybe I can’t bear for it to see what’s coming next), but according to a new Bunny Test (link at the bottom), I am an expressive and sensitive person (hope so). Connections are important to me (true). I am adventurous and make friends easily (well, they can’t all be accurate).
The majority of chocolate bunny consumers admit they start with the ears…I’d venture to guess that if you start to feel guilty, you can stop eating the bunny and the bunny will still “be alive”…or that with no ears, the bunny can no longer hear you sneaking up behind it, or lying that you weren’t the one to eat it! Some sites say that those who nibble from the ears down are logical, determined, not overly sentimental and complete things quickly. Ear nibblers make no apologies. But if you eat your bunny feet first, then you hold things dear, wear your heart on your sleeve, as well as possess a wonderful, child-like sense of curiosity. Tail-eaters are either competitive and seek power, or are kind-hearted and unrestricted.
If you can’t bear to watch as you slowly cannibalize your chocolate bunny, what about melting it, or freezing it and whacking it with a heavy object. I’m just saying – you could avoid a lot of unpleasantness that way.
To take your own Easter bunny test, check here! Otherwise, please enjoy a nibble with me!
“ephemeral – lasting for a very short time.
synonyms: transitory, transient, fleeting, passing, short-lived, momentary, brief, short.”
“Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’
‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit.
‘Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ‘When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.’
‘Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,’ he asked, ‘or bit by bit?’
‘It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.” -Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit
To see others’ ephemeral photos, click here.
I may need a few days to recover from Easter…1) Little Guy and I headed to my parents for the weekend, and Big Guy joined us the next day. Normally it is a 2.5 hour car ride – it took us 4 hours. I wonder how many hours it will take us to drive home?
2) I was nearly killed by a flying turkey. Yes, wild turkeys do fly! I saw it with my own eyes driving home from the nursing home yesterday. It was flying so low, we thought it was going to hit the hood of the car and we instinctively ducked. Our ducking prevented impact – I’m sure of it. Of course, I could have gone for a fresh turkey dinner…
3) I ate too much and stayed up too late – home-made hot cross buns with Rush Hour 1 and 2 (a mini movie marathon).
4) I ate too much chocolate…Ok, there’s no such thing as too much chocolate!
“Your hand and your mouth agreed many years ago that, as far as chocolate is concerned, there is no need to involve your brain.” – Dave Barry Every year I have created a post devoted to Chocolate Bunny Psychology…and surprisingly, they are my most popular posts, even at Christmas! So here we go again!
So tell me, how do you eat your bunny? Ears first? Toes? Tummy? The majority of chocolate bunny consumers admit they start with the ears…I’d venture to guess that if you start to feel guilty, you can stop eating the bunny and the bunny will still “be alive”…or that with no ears, the bunny can no longer hear you sneaking up behind it, or lying that you weren’t the one to eat it! Some sites say that those who nibble from the ears down are logical, determined, not overly sentimental and complete things quickly. Ear nibblers make no apologies. But if you eat your bunny feet first, then you hold things dear, wear your heart on your sleeve, as well as possess a wonderful, child-like sense of curiosity. Tail-eaters are either competitive and seek power, or are kind-hearted and unrestricted.
If you can’t bear to watch as you slowly cannibalize your chocolate bunny, what about melting it, or freezing it and whacking it with a heavy object. I’m just saying – you could avoid a lot of unpleasantness that way. It can be stored in the freezer, but if you can’t eat all your chocolate, there must be a serious problem.
And finally, if you have chocolate melting on your hands, you’re eating too slowly! To take a bunny psychology quiz, click here!
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