Peace and love to you all.
Though we are having a bit of a tough day with the first Easter minus my dad, we have many, many fond memories to look back on to fill the day with color. Specifically, hunting Easter eggs.
For decades - and I mean that literally - Mom and Dad would 'contact the Easter Bunny' after church as my brother and I were forced to stay downstairs and watch TV as the bunny worked his magic. At a certain point, we would be called upstairs and view what had transpired. First, we saw our Easter baskets, stuffed with chocolate and things of that nature. They were the focal point. Then, though, we surveyed the upstairs rooms and saw splashes of color dotting many surfaces. Plastic Easter eggs, loaded with little treats as well, had taken over the house. My brother and I were bidden to divide the house in half (in order to avoid fighting...it was a necessary precaution) and begin tossing what eggs we found into a plastic bag we carried. From there, the search was on. Eggs would be behind pillows on the couch, on top of paintings or doorframes, jammed into plants or crocks, hidden behind toys or antiques, or just generally obscured from view. We hunted for as long as we could, spurred on by Dad's constant taunting of 'I can see three eggs from here' or 'Are you sure you have them all?'. Eventually, we called it good, went to the table, and began to unload our bounties. Jellybeans and M&Ms and Reese's Cups and malted milk eggs galore filled our plastic bags with treasure to last...well, theoretically days, but let's be honest, hours at best.
While that was that, by and large, there was always the second part of the hunt. Weeks, even months later, we could and did come across an errant egg that had been passed over in our searches, often in places that realistically did not provide a fair shot at finding them. We would laugh and celebrate our increased victories, but always sat with the knowledge that there still could be more out there.
Perhaps that's something we can take away from the day. That even if you feel that you have found God, that you have created a place in your life that perfectly fits what you believe your faith to be...maybe there is always more out there to find. Maybe there is always more that God wants from you. Maybe all it takes is time to find it. Like a Hershey's Kiss found in July, maybe you will find renewed faith or purpose at a time where you don't expect it. Wouldn't that be a treat?
May you all have a wonderful Easter full of love and family and the knowledge that Jesus Christ has risen again, and he has washed away our sins again and again through his sacrifice of blood and redemption!
I'll leave you today with a wonderful verse:
“I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die. Do you believe this?” — John 11:25-26
After 43 years of ministry, Randy Cross lived his "fourth life" and shared about retirement, living boldly and intentionally in our world. To be sure, there was some North Dakota thrown in.