I went to the gym this past Easter Saturday. Nothing new there. But what was new [at least
to me] was what I found there. The girls at the reception desk had grown bunny ears. A weekend hockey tournament was in its first day. The gym was crowded with the Parent and Tot Drop-in. In the foyer, twisty balloon animals were being made and passed out. And in the midst of all this hubbub, the Easter bunny in a bright yellow suit, with a red cape was posing for pictures with his little, and not so little, fans. As I walked back toward my my car, I was wondering just what those little ones, and even their parents saw as the reason for Easter. This same gym had been closed for Good Friday as a statutory holiday but open for usual hours the rest of the weekend.
What was actually being celebrated, of course, was the first long weekend of the spring. And why not, the winter is long and cold in Canada. This long weekend lets us celebrate the growing warmth of the sun and the promise of spring time flowers, but it is no longer celebrated in a culture where the majority are church-going Christians.
The pews in the churches may have had more bodies in them on Easter Sunday then anytime since Christmas Eve, but not the crowds of my childhood memories. Easter Sundays back then involved a visit from the Easter bunny to leave some chocolate treats. Then putting on a new Easter outfit, complete with your Easter bonnet and going off to the neighbourhood church for a crowded service. In the evening we would sit down for a special dinner often with friends as well as family. Even though church life was not part of our normal life, I KNEW that Easter was special.. and that its specialness was because of the church.
For the past 15 years some of our family have been living the other side of the globe and I have struggled to find Easter cards that were not all about the rebirth of the Springtime…to find something that was more in keeping for what they were experiencing. There, instead of the buds bursting and the birds singing, it is celebrated as they head into winter, with the days getting shorter and the weather more inclement. So how can that be seen as new life and resurrection?
Easter still has meaning, although a different meaning, for me. It is more than a rite welcoming spring. It is more than the commemoration of the cruxifixction of Jesus. It is more than the empty tomb. It is about transformation, about the dying and resurrection that we all experience throughout our lives. This is a cycle that repeats itself maybe once or more a year, maybe once every second or third year, maybe only once a decade. Easter is when we remember and celebrate those times. And yes, our part of the world we also celebrating the rebirth of spring.
Did you have any resurrections to celebrate this year?
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