If you ask children what Easter is about, they would probably say something about the Easter Bunny.
It’s a pervasive story. Not very persuasive or compelling, but cute and seemingly harmless enough.
But the story of the Easter Bunny tends to displace a much more compelling story.
A true story. An Amazing Story that can be told in a few words.
The Amazing Story concerns a carpenter, a man who lived 2,000 years ago in an obscure Roman province,
in a town called Nazareth. At age 30, the man hung up his leather carpenter’s apron and began to speak
publicly up and down the countryside.
Religious leaders were ambivalent at best. Most felt deeply threatened, because this ex-carpenter taught in
huge outdoor meetings with compelling authority–and he healed people. Not just colds and fevers, but crippled
limbs and blind eyes.
On two occasions, he even brought people back from the dead.
The religious leaders saw their orderly world spinning out of their control.
And so they determined to eliminate the Man. They infiltrated his inner circle so they could grab him away
from public view. And once in custody, they engineered a trial behind closed doors, and then put huge political
pressure on the Roman governor to execute him immediately. Within 12 hours of his arrest, the Man hung
on a cross. Six hours later he was dead– a martyr to a glorious but hopeless cause.
But there’s more. The Man did not resist his arrest and crucifixion–in fact, he had predicted it to his
followers again and again.
And he taught that his death would have incredible meaning–that he would give his life as a ransom for
others. That is, his death would pay the ransom price for a multitude of people who were enslaved by their
own sins–and set them free.
That’s what he said. And on that cross he prayed for his crucifiers–certainly enslaved in their sins– “Father,
forgive them, for they don’t know what they’re doing.”
And he died. A Roman soldier who saw him die said, “Surely, this Man was the Son of God.”
He died on a Friday at just about three in the afternoon.
By dusk he had been buried by a rich follower in a tomb hollowed out of solid rock, a tomb protected by a
huge stone that rolled into place along a channel in the
rock, then clunk! The tomb was closed. Friday night and all day Saturday his cold body lay there.
But Sunday morning, the Sunday we call Easter, some women had come to complete the hasty burial
and they found the stone rolled back and the tomb empty. Then an angel appeared to them saying, “He
is not here, he has risen.”
This, too, the Man, Jesus, had foretold to his followers.
Over the next 40 days, he appeared to his disciples and others, to even 500 at one time. And then he left planet earth promising to return.
A few days later his Spirit was poured out on his followers. And within a single generation his followers travelled with the Amazing Story to all of the known world.
Our world has never been the same. Because where people believe the Story, they find forgiveness and freedom and meaning. They receive the Spirit of God themselves and they began to love.
The Story we tell is a life-transforming Story. If we would tell it to our children and grandchildren, they would find that it is much more compelling than any Easter Bunny tale. The only appeal it lacks to your children–and to our desperately needy world–is a few pastel colored candy Easter eggs.
Tell the Amazing Story. It changes lives.
[DISCLAIMER: I found this in my box of “treasures” hand written on an old white tablet from years ago. I have no idea who sent it to me nor where it came from, but I am sure they would be happy to share this powerful message. Elaine]