Resurrection Easter Eggs
An unusual type of Easter egg hunt was announced after the worship
service and breakfast at church last Sunday—a “Resurrection Easter Egg Hunt” for the older
children. It wasn’t really a hunt, however. The kids were given bags of empty
plastic eggs at the beginning of the event and were directed to several round
tables arranged along one end of the large Fellowship Hall.
About 6 different stations had been set up ahead of time, with a balloon
at each station to match one of the brightly colored eggs in their sacks… an orange
balloon to match the orange egg etc. When the kids went around to the tables, they
received objects relating to the Easter story to put into their eggs. The
teachers at these stations explained the symbolism of the objects and also handed
the kids related scripture verses which had been rolled up to look like small
scrolls.
At one center, they heard the story of
the Last Supper and received some goldfish crackers for their plastic eggs, along
with a packet of juice. At another table, play coins representing the money which
Judas received for betraying Jesus were distributed and a treat, golden
chocolate coins.
I gave out miniature leather whips, to
remind the children of Jesus’ flogging by the Roman Soldiers before his
crucifixion; at the table next to mine, cross necklaces were distributed. Small
pebble-colored balls were given at still another station, as reminders of the
stone that was miraculously rolled away from Jesus’ tomb. Some of the kids wanted to see how high their
“stones” could bounce and soon they were ricocheting all over that end of the room
(stones and kids!). The last center was that of the empty tomb where it was explained
that they would each have one empty plastic egg to show that Jesus is no longer
in the tomb but is alive!
After a few times of explaining how Jesus
was whipped by the soldiers even before He was crucified on the cross, the
impact of what He went through out of love for me (as well as each of us) began
to sink into my heart. What great love! With each subsequent group, it became
harder to hold back the tears. How thankful I am that Jesus loved me enough to
suffer such agony, bearing the penalty for my sins.
all to him I owe.
Sin had left a crimson stain;
He washed it white as snow.” (Taken from “Jesus Paid it All” by Elvina M. Hall)
(published in the Porterville Recorder on 4-26-14)
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