All eyes were on me as I pranced up the aisle of our church, bouquet of spring flowers in hand. A magical moment.
I’ve never been a fan of winter. And I’m still not.
So each February I waited with excitement for March and the azaleas in our yard to bloom because I knew it meant spring was approaching better yet Easter was near.
While I loved to dream about chocolate bunnies and Easter egg hunts (like every other kid), my favorite Easter memories don’t include either.
They do include the smell of fresh flowers, (brightly colored azaleas, and snowflake-like bundles from the spirea bush in our yard) and walking the aisle of the church.
Each Sunday during the Easter season, the priest read from the Bible and told stories about Jesus’ life, his death and resurrection on Easter Sunday.
He told us the ugly old cross symbolized our sin and Christ’s death for us.
The bounty of fresh living flowers that we stuffed into the cross symbolized the eternal life Christ brought to us with His resurrection.
All winter long I looked forward to the new growth in our yard; the fresh fragrance of new life.
It was a great illustration for me as a child and it stuck. Even today when I see azaleas bushes and puffy white spirea blooms I think of the new life, the eternal life Jesus gave me through the old chicken wire-cross.
Easter bunnies and baskets of candy are fun and tasty but they’re not lasting. The lessons I learned walking up the aisle of my church with a bouquet of flowers are everlasting.
With His death and resurrection, Jesus took our past and gave us a beautiful future. An eternal one.
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: the old is gone, the new is here. (2 Corinthians 5:17)
Do you have a favorite Easter memory?
Easter blessings to you.
Looking forward. Pressing on. Seeking God.- Christy