Yesterday was Easter which in this house is everything. My world exists because of the promise of Easter.As a girl growing up in a predominantly Catholic community, I remember how involved I was with all of our traditions and rituals at my church and how they helped form my identity. While the Easter bunny is a fun and happy part of Easter, I, (probably like you) knew that there was so much more. I knew that something happened on that Sunday morning that changed the world. I didn’t know the extent of it but I knew it affected me. As a mother I wanted to be sure my own kids were exposed to that. So, we bless our Easter basket, we pray before the guarded tomb, we take part in Stations of the Cross to help keep our faith vibrant and relevant in a chaotic world. When we see a suffering person in the Sudan or here in our own community, we can relate that to how our Savior suffered….the innocent of this world are often the ones to suffer.We can also see that we have a choice, there are so many people pivotal to the Christian narrative that it can help us navigate our own “living out” of our faith. Here are some of the things that matter to us, beginning with Palm Sunday.
|A cross made by one of our college students for Palm Sunday.
Our symbols matter.
|A local flower shop brings in little chickies and the Easter Bunny on
Palm Sunday. A special memory for many in my area.
Our community matters.
|Coloring Easter eggs…a family tradition. This year my middle daughter took the lead
and also carved our butter lamb which usually looks more like a butter dog…
Traditions and rituals are part of the gift of faith I want to bequeath my children, they help the seasons turn and they lend to our identity. However, every year things are subject to change…lest we get so bogged down in tradition and ritual we lose sight of the Holy Spirit at work… which is just our way of keeping an eye out for what matters.