A Blessed and Happy Easter to you today! I hope and pray that everyone got plenty of rest and that whatever your day has in store for you will be happy, peaceful and filled with the love of family and friends. Our dinner is ready to put together, the Easter baskets are filled and waiting for my daughter and her husband to come over. I haven’t filled a basket for either of my kids for years, but it just sounded like so much fun! Tibbi patiently posed for her Easter Picture – bless her heart – she waited until right after the picture was taken to shake the ears off and get a treat for doing such a good job. That’s my girl!
Holy Humor Month – Joke of the Day –
The Taxi Driver and Saint Peter – One Easter a priest and a taxi driver both died and went to heaven. St. Peter was at the Pearly gates waiting for them. ‘Come with me,’ said St. Peter to the taxi driver. The taxi driver did as he was told and followed St Peter to a mansion. It had everything you could imagine from a bowling alley to an Olympic size pool.
‘Oh my word, thank you,’ said the taxi driver. Next, St. Peter led the priest to a rough old shack with a bunk bed and a little old television set. ‘Wait, I think you are a little mixed up,’ said the priest. ‘Shouldn’t I be the one who gets the mansion? After all I was a priest, went to church every day, and preached God’s word.’ ‘Yes, that’s true.’ St Peter rejoined, ‘But during your Easter sermons people slept. When the taxi driver drove, everyone prayed.’
What Price a Sermon?– One Easter Sunday the Reverend Jones announced to his congregation, ‘My good people, I have here in my hands three sermons…… A $100 sermon that lasts five minutes; A $50 sermon that lasts fifteen minutes; And a $20 sermon that lasts a full hour. Now, we’ll take the collection and see which one I’ll deliver.’
Maria Told Her Mother Gladly – Maria came home from Sunday School on Palm Sunday and told her mother that she had learned a new song about a cross-eyed bear named Gladly. It took her mother a while before she realised that the hymn Maria had been singing was really: “Gladly The Cross I’d Bear.”
Poor Sick Boy – Marty, a little boy, was in church one Easter Sunday with his mother Doris, when he started feeling sick. ‘Mummy,’ he inquired, ‘can we leave now?’ ‘No,’ his mother replied, ‘the service isn’t over yet.’ ‘Well, I think I’m about to throw up.’ Marty announced.
‘Then go out of the front door and around to the back of the church and throw up behind a bush.’ said Doris. After about sixty seconds, Marty returned to his pew, alongside his mother. ‘Did you throw up?’ Marty’s Mum asked quietly. ‘Yes,’ Marty answered, embarrassed. ‘How could you have gone all the way to the back of the church and returned so quickly?’ Doris demanded. ‘I didn’t have to go out of the church, Mummy. They have a box next to the front door that says, “For the Sick”.’
Funny Church Notices for Easter
- Baptisms: After Easter, the North and South ends of the church will be utilised. Children will be baptised at both ends.
- Bible Study: Richard, my friend’s little grandson came home from Sunday School and I asked him what they had studied. His reply was, ‘Nothing.’ So I asked him, ‘Didn’t you study Jesus?’ Richard’s reply was, ‘No, he wasn’t even there.’
- Come work for the Lord. The work is hard, the hours are long and the pay is low. But the retirement benefits are out of this world.
A Prayer for Easter Sunday – Young Ernie and his family were invited to have Easter Sunday lunch at his grandmother’s house in Monkey’s Eyebrow, Arizona. USA. Everyone was seated around the table as the food was being served. When Ernie received his plate he started eating straight away. ‘Ernie, wait until we say grace,’ demanded his father.
‘I don’t have to,’ the five year old replied. ‘Of course you do, Ernest,’ his mother insisted rather forcefully. ‘We always say a prayer before eating at our house.’ ‘That’s at our house,’ Ernie explained, ‘but this is Grandma’s house, and she knows how to cook.’
Easter – The sun rises on that 3rd day after Christ was crucified so cruelly on the cross. His death has left His followers with a deep sense of loss and mourning. They aren’t sure where to turn, or what to do next. All of their hopes and dreams, everything they had sacrificed to follow Jesus, just seemed lost. I would assume that they felt numb inside, that many tears had already been shed. It was still dark that Sunday morning when Mary headed for the tomb of Jesus. There were other women with her but Mary Magdalene was leading the way. I doubt any of them had slept much the night before. They had obeyed the commandment and had rested on the Sabbath. That had to have been the worst Sabbath those poor women had ever experienced. Just before the Sabbath, which started Friday at sunset, they had watched Joseph of Armathaea and Nicodemus lay Jesus’ body in the tomb and roll the huge stone over the entrance. They were so grief stricken that they wanted to do something to express their love for Jesus, so they prepared spices and brought them to the tomb to anoint his body. When Mary got there she was shocked to find that the stone had been removed! There isn’t anything in scripture to indicate that Mary actually entered the tomb, but that she concluded that Jesus’ body had been stolen when she saw the stone was moved and she immediately reacted. She ran to tell Peter and John what had happened.
She was probably pretty out of breath when she got to John’s house, and quickly exclaimed, “They have taken the Lord out of the tomb and we don’t know where they have put him.” Everyone was still operating on pure emotion – if they had had time to process all of the events of the previous few days they may have told her to calm down, speak closely and tell us what you saw, but they didn’t. They reacted just as she did and immediately ran to the tomb. John, the younger one, outran Peter and got there first. He stood gazing into the tomb, but Peter ran right past him to the place where Jesus’ body had been laid to rest. Both of them had taken what Mary told them at face value. She had assumed that the body of Jesus had been stolen, and they ran with that assumption! But when they got inside the tomb they saw something that they had not expected to see! The way the grave clothes were arranged showed clearly that this was not the work of grave robbers. They were lying there in an orderly fashion. A grave robber wouldn’t have bothered to remove the grave clothes, much less lay them out neatly. Likely, what happened, is that the strips of cloth were not unwrapped, but had simple collapsed when Christ’s resurrected body passed through them. That certainly would have been convincing proof that Jesus had been resurrected. Both Peter and John just knew, after seeing those clothes, that Jesus had risen from the dead. All of Jesus followers had been told, by Jesus Himself, of the events that had happened, but none of them truly had understood what it all meant. To accept on faith something that they couldn’t possibly understand, but knew was true, was pretty amazing, and a true testimony that you don’t have to know everything to accept on faith that which God is offering through His Son, Jesus Christ.
So, since this is the story of the resurrection of Christ – at least to the point where the disciples saw Him again, where does all of the stuff about an Easter Bunny, eggs, all of that candy, and the other stuff come from? Here we have been telling our kids that the bunny brings eggs and treats, but it sure would be good to understand WHY we’ve always done that and where it comes from, right? Well, to be honest, all of these things have absolutely NOTHING whatsoever to do with Easter! I know! Shocking, right? Well, it shouldn’t be. Bunnies, eggs, Easter gifts and fluffy, yellow chicks all come from pagan roots, same as so many of our other non-Biblical holiday celebrations. These things were incorporated into the celebration of Easter separately from the Christian tradition of honoring the day that Christ rose from the dead. The Easter bunny can be traced all the way back to the 13th century, pre-Christian Germany, when people worshipped multiple gods and goddesses. The Teutonic deity Eostra was the goddess of spring and fertility. Feasts were held in her honor on the Vernal Equinox. Her symbol was the rabbit because of the animal’s high reproduction rate. Spring symbolized new life and rebirth. Eggs were an ancient symbol of fertility. If you look at History.com, you will see that Easter eggs represent Jesus’ resurrection (not sure how though), but this association came much later when Roman Catholicism became the dominant religion in Germany in the 15th century and was merged with already ingrained pagan beliefs. The first Easter bunny legend was documented in the 1500s. By 1680, the first story about a rabbit laying eggs and hiding them in a garden was published. These legends were brought to the United States in the 1700’s, when German immigrants settled in Pennsylvania Dutch Country. The tradition of making nests for the rabbit to lay its eggs in soon followed, eventually to become decorated baskets and colorful eggs that were swapped for candy, treats and small gifts. Interesting, yes. Anything REALLY to do with the resurrection of our Lord? Nope, not a thing. It’s still fun though and as long as you keep it in perspective shouldn’t be a terrible thing.
A Happy and Peaceful Easter to everyone! God Bless You and I’ll see you tomorrow!