Thoughts on Easter and the Easter Bunny, along with all the beautiful traditions of this magnificent morning… Over coffee, and our traditional Easter weekend treats, these thoughts came to mind.

On Easter morning, the stone was rolled away, and Mary Magdalene found Jesus in the garden. The symbolism that comes with Easter seems fraught with fantasy, but in my imagination, I see the garden as a place where the fantasy of eternity came to life. Jesus arose!

Were there rabbits nearby, chattering up the good news, maybe hopping excitedly about? Were there robins in the garden harvesting worms, perhaps with nests of blue eggs scattered in the trees? Flowers? Perhaps rows of daffodils, fields of stars of Bethlehem and crocus nearby, and tulips… plenty of tulips in every color imaginable. Could it be that the very symbols of Easter were there on that first Easter morning when our Savior arose to greet Him, to remind us forever that God is great and good, and that His Son was born again, to save us from the sin of this world?

I imagine bountiful baskets of love pouring out on the garden, blessings of forever, all of eternity, drowning out the tears that might have fallen on the day Christ was hung on the cross. In knowing He gave His life to save me from the fallen world, I comprehend the pain of His death, the anguish of giving up His life for all that was bad in the world. In the Resurrection, I comprehend the enormous magnificence of an abundant life, filled with His Glory.

I definitely believe the magnificence of every symbol that now represents Easter to the world, came from the garden. Such a significant event in the history of the would could not possibly be inspired by anything less than God’s own divine will!