I love Easter. The symbols of this glorious holiday of hope are endearingly meaningful. The fertile bunnies represent our abundant lives in Christ.
Miraculous eggs are befitting symbols of new life, both Christ’s resurrected life and our new lives in Him. The newest members on our homestead, who arrived just this week–the bunnies and hens–have provided great joy and bounteous, fresh eggs this Easter week.
Although we are still surrounded by winter’s white snowy mantle, our farm is speckled with reminders that indeed spring, and new life, is assured.
Feeling so blessed, I think of David’s prayer in 2 Samuel… “How great you are, O Sovereign Lord! There is no one like you.” The beauty of the first Easter–the amazing uniqueness of Christ–is spellbinding. So I’m thankful there are endless, delightful ways to celebrate our risen Lord with children of all ages. Our daughters adore our family’s numerous Easter traditions that we have honored since they were toddlers, and this year they wanted to see one of their favorite in action in our new, small town, at our old, small church. So they have been busy for weeks orchestrating an Easter egg hunt. Painting a sign announcing the fun…
Scouring stores for the best priced plastic eggs and mini marvels with which to fill them… Cutting out paper eggs that hundreds of little hands will fashion into bright spring wreaths this Saturday…
Personally, I’ve been thankful for the rewarding diversions, which have kept me from dwelling on my twinge of sadness. My oldest isn’t going to be home on Easter Sunday. This will be the first Easter this momma can’t fill a basket for each of my four daughters and sit down by my husband, hugging my mug of warm tea, watching them all inspect every treasure.
So it gave me joy all the way down to my fuzzy socks (yes, it will be a chilly Easter in New England this year) to see another daughter taking on the duty of one particular tradition herself. She was already setting the large, metal mixing bowl on the counter and gingerly counting the eggs out when she announced, “Mom, we’re making Resurrection Cookies tonight.” Their sweet meringue goodness and the thoughtful reading that accompanies the mixing is just too good not to share. So here’s THE RECIPE.
And yes, my 17, 14, and 12 year old read all the passages and completed each step (right down to taping up the oven door), because, well, it wouldn’t feel like Easter in our house without these cookies.
And no one is ever too old to taste the sweetness of the Easter story.
This first Easter on our New England homestead, the first Easter I have spent outside of my own native state, and the first Easter I will spend without my eldest by my side, I am abiding in the greatness and uniqueness of the Lord. I am rejoicing that my daughters are helping young neighbors celebrate God’s goodness. I am resting comfortably in the eldest’s zeal to spend the holiday with friends on campus and help at her own church’s festivities. I am enjoying our tried-and-true family traditions more than ever and savoring the sweetness of Easter. And I feel like the words of David are my own…
“Who am I, O Sovereign Lord, and what is my family, that you have brought me this far?” (2 Samuel 7:18)
Add egg whites to the vinegar. (Be extra cautious that not even a small drop of yolk is allowed into the bowl.) Explain that eggs represent life, and Jesus gave his life so we could have new life. Read John 10:10-11.
Sprinkle a little salt into each child’s hand. Let them taste it and brush the rest into the bowl. Explain that this represents the salty tears shed by Jesus’ followers. It also is a reminder of the bitterness of our own sin, which might “taste” good to us when we’re doing the wrong thing, but will always have a bitter result.
So far the ingredients are not very appetizing. Add 1 c. sugar. Explain that the sweetest part of the story is that Jesus died because He loves us. He longs for us to know Him and belong to Him. Read Psalm 34:8 and John 3:1-3
Beat with mixer on high speed for 12 to 15 minutes until stiff peaks are formed. Explain that the color white represents how God sees those whose sins have been cleansed by Jesus. Read Isaiah 1:18 and John 3:1-3. At this point, our whole family always eagerly gets PJs on, so everyone is ready to tape up the oven before heading to bed for the night.
Drop meringue by teaspoons onto a wax paper-covered cookie sheet. Explain that each mound represents the tomb where Jesus’ body was laid. Read Matthew 27: 57-60.
Put the cookie sheet in the oven, close the door and turn the oven OFF. (DO NOT bake the cookies!) Give each child a piece of tape and seal the oven door. Explain that Jesus’ tomb was sealed. Read Matthew 27: 65-66.
Talk about the intense despair the disciples must have felt when the tomb was sealed and they thought they would never again see their friend and Lord. Read John 16:20 and 22. Then go to bed.