I’m keeping it short and simple for this blog.
It’s Easter Saturday and most of my readers are probably taking advantage of the 4 day holiday here in Oz and are off camping, fishing, barbecue-ing and doing things other than bothering with the internet. I for one have celebrated the day in-between Crucifixion and Resurrection by sleeping in.
I know not all my readers are Christian. I know that for many of you Easter is similar to Christmas: family gatherings with lots of nice food, with the added fillip of Easter eggs and hot cross buns. Don’t worry: I’m not about to preach to you. I just want to share one teeny tiny thing I did this week to celebrate the meaning of Easter.
It was my week to see the good doctor and receive my monthly jab, in the oncology unit at the hospital. When I arrived, I handed over a big bag of chocolate eggs to share among the patients and staff. Did I have an ulterior motive – perhaps to guarantee a sharper, thinner and thus less-painful needle for my stomach jab? Was it to curry favour with the nurses? Was it to look good to the other patients? Nope.
I just figured if any group of people needed a little, delicious, reminder of hope, second chances, new beginnings and resurrection, it was them. I don’t know if they all got that message, or whether some just saw it as a kindness and many just thought it was something the hospital did because it was that time of year. I know it’s expecting a lot from one little chocolate egg. However, I’m hoping that some realised the symbol and took some encouragement, some hope, from it.
Happy Easter everyone. Don’t forget to share the love.
When you leave it in God’s mighty hands, you never know what he does! Happy Easter Wendy and to your lovely family.
Right back at ya, Vicki!
The like acts of kindness we do are do are often multiplied many times over without us ever knowing. Great to hear of an act if kindness displayed in a place most often associated with no home.
I like the thought of little acts of kindness multiplying and spreading out into the world. Great concept. I hope we can all be part of that. 🙂
Well Wendy, I read your blog. I’m just fiddling around on my computer, writing emails to friends I owe letters to and just generally playing around. I always say that the time between when someone dies and the funeral is a time of being in limbo. So I’m guessing it’s the same with Jesus’ death and resurrection. The Saturday of Easter is that time of being in limbo. Can’t wait for tomorrow!!!! Hallelujah! Easter eggs – Chocolate!!!! celebrations Jesus is alive!!!!
Thanks for taking the time to read and respond, Pamela. Happy Easter!