I’ve always enjoyed a good Easter egg hunt. I have a picture of myself at age seven in which I am climbing to the upper branches of a tree in search of an Easter egg…. Sort of like the Easter egg that shows up quite obviously in the picture at the fork of the tree. Talk about people unclear on the concept. I would have had to actually climb over the Easter egg in the fork of the tree to reach the position where I was. In the picture, I am hanging upside down from a tree branch at least twice as far from the ground as the egg. I have no idea how I ultimately managed to get down from that tree. And I have no idea why anyone was taking a picture rather than untangling me from the treacherous tree branches. You see, I have never done things the easy way. Why collect the egg that is right in front of your face when you can risk life and limb (mine and the tree’s) to look for one that may or may not exist?
Anyway, this story simply demonstrates that Easter egg hunting and I go way back. Still, it has been many years since I participated in the sport. Last week, I decided to get back in the game. Max and I went to Epcot to hunt up some eggs.
The Epcot Eggstravaganza is a really cool activity. The magic-makers at Disney hide large plastic eggs decorated to look like different characters in locations around the park. You can purchase a set of stickers that correspond to the egg characters and a map of the area. When you find one of the hidden eggs, you affix the correct sticker onto the map indicating the location where you found that particular character egg. After you complete your quest, you can take the map to Egg Central and get a prize- a miniature plastic egg decorated like one of the eggs hidden in the park.
You may think that a miniature plastic egg decorated to look like Minnie Mouse is not that great a prize for an activity that took Max and me about two and a half hours to complete. Maybe. The egg was cute and it is sitting on a little knick-knack shelf in my living room to remind me of my fun day pretending to be seven again. Still, this prize itself certainly does not merit the excitement I put into the event.
As it turned out, the real prize of the Easter Eggstravaganza was the egg hunt itself. In searching for the twelve eggs, we wandered all over the park slowly and deliberately. Instead of rushing along with the crowds or obsessing about FastPass reservations, we were looking at everything. We saw things that we had never seen before, despite MANY trips to Epcot. The hunt was a little challenging, but not hard enough to be frustrating or demotivating. Max and I both got into the chase. When one of us spotted an egg, both our faces exploded with smiles. We were absurdly giddy each time we posted another sticker on our map! We found all twelve eggs with only one little hint for the one hidden at the Mexico pavilion (SPOILER ALERT: It is inside the building!!). When we took our map to Egg Central, I proudly claimed my little Minnie egg and we took pictures of the completed map and prize.
Of course, as a Christian, I don’t normally believe that Easter has all that much to do with eggs. For me, Easter is a celebration of Jesus’ Resurrection. We remember the all-loving sacrifice of our Savior and His triumph over death. It is our acceptance of the Redemption that His love won for us.
Still, as I thought about our Easter egg hunt experience, I began to think that maybe God has His own Easter egg hunt planned for each of us. The life he provides is often filled with divine Easter eggs- little miraculous nuggets of total comprehension, joy, inspiration, or faith. They are the moments of clarity and bliss in which we learn something absolutely true about ourselves, our God, or our world. We don’t know where God’s Easter eggs are or when we are going to encounter them. Often, it seems that we most often find them in our desert moments when we really need something to heal us. Maybe something has happened to trouble us or hurt us or make us feel that we are lost. Then, we hear something or think something or see something that serves as an electric bolt of love striking directly to the core of our very selves. That might be one of God’s Easter eggs. And maybe they don’t really happen mostly in the desert moments. Maybe that is just when we are most open to finding them.
God’s Easter egg hunt has a prize, too. His prize is much, much, much more wonderful than any little plastic Minnie Mouse. It is more wonderful than any prize you could ever imagine. When we get to the end of our hunt, we will bring Him our lives with all our little Easter egg moments attached. In return, He will give us an eternal life in His precious love.
In the meantime, as we go through life, we should rejoice when we find our Easter egg moments. Happening upon these hidden messages from God is sure to enrich our lives. These moments are sure to expand our ability to demonstrate faith, hope, and love. God’s Easter eggs certainly merit a measure of giddiness.
There is something else about God’s Easter egg hunt. The Easter bunny at Disney can only hide so many eggs. God can hide an infinite number of His eggs in our lives, if we just keep looking for them.
Sorry about the hair; it was very windy that day!!!
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Have a wonderful Easter! Blessing to you all!!