Saturday, April 3, 2010
Easter has really changed for me over the years.
As a preschooler, Easter was about baskets, bunnies, and a few handmade Easter eggs dipped in dye—the kind of dye that lasts far longer on your hands than Easter M & M’s.
As a boy, Easter meant wearing the new suit sewed by my mother. The one I remember most? A solid white suit, with matching white shoes and socks.
Easter took on a new meaning for me at the age of 15 when I asked Jesus to be my Savior.
Since then, Easter is about resurrection. Hope. Life.