The other day, our hairdresser asked us if we celebrated Easter with the Easter Bunny. On hearing that we didn’t, she then asked, “Is your Easter boring then?”
I had to stop and think about that. Is it boring? Would it be more exciting if we believed that the Easter Bunny brought the eggs that we hunt each year? Are we missing out on something that would have made life so much better?
I was reminded of this while I was standing in mass on Good Friday, singing about the death of Jesus, feeling the sorrow of the day, and watching as some of the congregation wept silently. I remembered it at the Easter Vigil when we were singing with joy at his resurrection. I don’t know anything much about the Easter Bunny, but can he beat this?
My dad tells a story about a woman he used to know. She wasn’t a Catholic, but she always went to a Catholic mass for every Christmas and Easter. She liked to say that no one celebrated like the Catholics do.
The Easter Bunny. I don’t think we’re missing out on much really. Our Easter might not contain a bunny, but we do have the death and resurrection of Jesus. I think that our Easter is complete without it.