Jellybeans, Seersucker, Easter egg hunts, bunnies and those Cadbury eggs that make you sick after eating only one. By the above description, you’d never guess I was talking about a holiday celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
While the roots of this holiday are tied to this event, the braches and leaves fall far away from these roots. I’m not saying I didn’t absolutely love waking up on Easter morning to scour every nook and cranny of my house looking for a pastel egg filled with a sugary treat, but I just don’t see the relevance now that I look at the holiday from an older perspective.
Instead of stuffing my face with sweets, I am excited for the opportunity to finally wear my seersucker pants. I am even more excited to see the parents dress up their kids for Easter Sunday service. I mean come on, what is cuter than a baby in a sweater-vest?
And then there is the yearly Easter egg hunt. Every child in the neighborhood comes out to take part in this epic battle. Elbows are thrown and grass stains remain unavoidable as the assault ensues. Not to brag, but I was the winner of the famed Easter basket during the second grade after discovering the prestigious golden egg underneath the playground. That will probably stand as my proudest achievement until my graduation day.
But there is one thing I am more excited for than anything. More than candy, more than eggs, I am excited for Masters Sunday. This prestigious holiday where the world’s best golfers compete for the legendary green jacket is always one of the best of the year. If Tiger is in contention this Sunday, don’t even try to get me off the couch. It’s appropriate that Masters Sunday is on Easter this year as there are a couple of similarities.
Augusta National golf course is about as close to the heaven Jesus rose to as it gets. God always sets aside perfect weather for both the Masters and Easter Sunday. The pants of Rory McIlroy and John Daly are also as Easter as it gets. Golf balls and Easter eggs? Close enough.
Despite this coincidence, what the holiday is truly about is spending time with your family, celebrating the end of lent and the resurrection of Jesus. If you have the opportunity, go home and spend some time with your family. They would love to see you. While you may not appreciate the 28 grams of sugar per serving chocolate bunnies like you used to, it shouldn’t stop you from celebrating.
One downfall of this holiday is the “Christmas & Easter” or “C&E” crowd at your local church. These families come out of the woodwork every year for the two holidays. While it’s great they come and I’m happy that they do, I just wish they didn’t take my seat that I’ve been sitting in all year. P.S. Here is a shout out to my awesome “she said” counterpart Kelley on her confirmation this Easter.
Whether hours of golf, mounds of candy or eggs are your fancy, this Easter, try to remember the “reason for the season.”