As We Remember: Our Easter Traditions

Photo Credit:  Tribe Photography

Photo Credit: Tribe Photography

Each year for Easter we plant a garden to remember the truths and joys of such a celebration. It is one of my favorite personal family customs, and the assembly of Easter baskets is as warm for me as the filling of stockings. I choose to fill them with a curiosity or two, items of interest to our everyday lives or events to come, and with content that pertains to the truths we want to digest and remember.  

Choosing fruit to remind us that we do not labor in vain but also in that we are invited to a banqueting table of eternal celebration, and adding something bitter & sweet to remember the death and resurrection of our Lord, our King, who came to save. Last but not least, in each basket we place herbs to remember his life, he so freely gave in place of ours, and the life we now can partake. These herbs will flavor and enliven our palettes and communion for the rest of the year as we remember. I pray that my children will truly understand, not only in these traditions, but in the living out of our faith, that we remember in actionable love and surrender, with the gratitude, that there was and is life after the grave. He is Risen.

He is Risen.
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Our Easter traditions remind us this, and that, in his gift, we may grow where we are planted - life may come from dark places with seeds of hope, renewal, and redemption. We remember, we get dirty, we dig, we laugh, we frolic, we eat, and of course, we hunt. They are traditions I relish. I think of my childhood with tender recollection as I see my children in their youth and innocence seek, find, and share in the watchful eye of my care as I ponder and relate.

I can't help but wonder of the first "children" in Eden and their innocence. The fruit, the earth, the garden? Planted with the seeds of glorious perfection. They walked with the Father, talked and communed with the very Maker of all things, and yet they fell back to their very heart's destruction. I want to shake my head in disgust and yet I know I would have, and have done the same. I am immeasurably measurable, and just as guilty as the first for enabling the custom of innocent blood for those that deserved to be slain - a custom understood by the Lord's chosen for hundreds of years, and a tradition that Jesus would fulfill for eternity. In the darkness he arose, and in His light we live. Yes, He is risen. He is risen indeed. We remember.  

He is risen. He is risen indeed.
We remember.
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    Red Dirt Clay

A table spread in jubilee is a table spread for me.
How might I ponder and digest? Does my eye falter? Am I blessed?
 
Do I see a table spread for me? Remembered in the divine?
A salty sullen saddened silt, plagued with ruin wreck and guilt. 
An Adam's child of red dirt clay ...and yet I come and eat today.
 
Have you prepared a table be redemptive love enabling me? 
No Cain, no Abel, blinded still, and yet I eat and drink my fill. 
 
I ask for crumbs, you give me bread. Not wanton, empty, lost, but fed.
This table spread is spread for me. 
I come and dine; I dine with thee.
 

Happy Easter!

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Andea Beims

 

 

EAster BAsket (Pictured):

Trader Joe's - freeze dried fruit and plantain chips; Target - bunny tails, ears and baskets; Sprouts - herbs, Annie's bunny fruit snacks, Izzie Sparkling Juice, and sunbutter cups; The Village Church - an Easter book that we have used for years from our previous home church TVC. It is filled with simple images of items symbolizing Christ's death, life, and resurrection. We place these small items in many of our eggs and discuss each item after our hunt.  

Further Reading: 

The Village Church - "Are Christmas and Easter Pagan Holidays?"  &

"Easter According to Psalm 22, 23 and 24 - Part 1" + "Easter According to Psalm 22, 23 and 24 - Part 2"

Credits:

Photos by HIVEhome team-member, Jessica Collins of Tribe Photography.

"Red Dirt Clay" by Andea Beims

Editing, Layout + Publishing by Andrea Haney