According to those who track public thought and opinion, the majority of people don’t realize that Easter is a religious holiday — or at least a holiday with a religious origin.
The commercialization of Easter is strange. To start, we have Easter bunnies and Easter eggs, with the implication that the rabbits produced the eggs. How whacked is that? Then there are colored eggs (both the real and plastic varieties), Easter egg hunts, Easter baskets with a requisite bed of faux grass, pastel colored candies, and my favorite, the marshmallow peeps.
If there is any connection between all this and Jesus’ history-changing victory over death, it certainly escapes me.
Where is the empty cross, the open tomb, and the risen savior? (Though it would seem a bit sacrilegious to chomp into a chocolate Jesus.)
In light of this disconnect between the origin and present reality of this day, my goal is that with each dip into commercialized Easter, I will have a conscious reconnection to historical Easter.
As I nibble on my peeps, I will meditate on Jesus.