Easter bunnies

When I was a child I knew in my heart that the holidays were about more than the marketing, of course I did not have vocabulary to express it back then, but I knew it in my gut. The feeling was a pit of the stomach aching that just told me there was more.

More to the story than this.

I was a weird deep child...

Like knowing I did not like spiders but thinking that maybe killing them was wrong too because gosh they are alive and all, so walk around, just walk around.

Now, if they make the poor judgement call of joining me in my home then they wicked little beast die, but if they stay outside I let spiders live.

At an early age The Easter Bunny seemed so, so unbelievable that I just knew it was all about the Baby Jesus and The Cross. And the Rising from The Tomb.

At seven years old it kinda creeped me out that someone would die and Rise up again but I thought it was a pretty good idea. Especially if He was going to take my sins with Him. I did not know what sins were but the people around me talked about them and I just knew I did not want them.

So, at the risk of sounding naive, I do not believe that Easter Bunny is real.

I do not think a rabbit sneaks into my house and hides eggs, although we did end up with one more egg than we dyed...

I do believe that He died.

I do believe that He is Risen.

I do believe that He is coming back.

And soon.