Easter, really?

     I really don't like sarcasm as a means of humor. It seems, though, that I resort to sarcasm two times a year: Christmas and Easter. Easter has passed and I let it go for a week. But my goodness, how Easter has changed! You'd think the news that Someone had come out of the grave would be all-consuming. Jesus died, didn't He? A Roman soldier attested to His death by plunging a sword into Jesus' side as His limp body hung on the cross. His disciples validated His death, too, by taking His body down from the cross, wrapping it in cloths for burial, and then putting it into a tomb.
     But Jesus had said He'd rise from the dead in three days. The prudent thing to do to prevent any such hoax would be to guard the entrance. So the Jews asked for a guard and the Romans sent a detachment of soldiers for a three-day stint, and placed a seal over the entrance.
     But we know that after three days the seal was broken, the stone across the entrance was rolled back, and the tomb found to be empty except for the grave clothes. Hallelujah! What an exciting story. A mystery. How could it happen?
     Now, hop with me from this awesome tale to a bunny that distributes eggs for children to find.
     I don't hate the Easter Bunny. He's cute. But that's only half the story. Real decorated eggs aren't sufficient anymore. We have  plastic eggs that open, so there must be someone to put something inside for the child to discover. The Easter Bunny, perhaps? These various-sized plastic eggs can be filled with jelly beans, peeps, candy kisses, or money. In our family, this year's top amount was a $20.00 bill.
     For a child, how does that compare to Someone rising from the dead - Someone you can't see, play with, eat, or spend? My, what we've done to Easter.
Insightfully yours,
Paulita