Guess what I got in my Easter basket? Pink nail polish.
I hid candy from my childhood Easter baskets in my pockets. I snuck the candy into my mouth during worship.
I hope it doesn’t rain and spoil Easter for the children.
The statements above reveal a lot. The first was an interruption to my Easter Sunday School lesson about Jesus’s Resurrection.
Given my observations and childhood experiences, I desired to preserve the meaning of Easter. The cares of the world and the deceitfulness of riches may choke the Word (Matthew 13:7), but I shouldn’t contribute.
What’s a mother to do? This may sound extreme, but I never gave my sons Easter baskets. My family hosted Easter egg hunts on Saturdays using Resurrection Eggs * that tell the Easter story. Eggs with candy were intermingled.
We had traditional Easter fun, but I separated it from the Easter morning celebration of the Resurrection. We dyed Easter eggs as a Spring activity. Weeks before Easter, we held mini-Easter egg hunts each morning. As the boys aged, they hid eggs for each other. Don’t worry. My sons got enough candy—half-price after Easter.
How do you counter the culture?
* Family Life Ministries
