According to different sources, Easter originated from various groups.
There is that mythical figure named Eostre which was believed to be a symbol of sunrise and/or spring. From the east comes the sun. When there is sunrise, one sees a new day. When it is spring, one sees new life.
For Pagans, it is some rites of spring. For Jews, the passover (God delivered them out of Egyptian bondage). For Christians, it is the highest form of celebration --Christ resurrected in Easter. For kids, it is bunnies, decorated eggs, and treats.
Different origins, different meanings, different celebration.
Whatever it may mean, what surely brings is great tidings of joy..
At least for most of us..
Being surrounded with kids, Easter has sprouted two observations in the family. Being in a Christian community, we are obligated to celebrate the mass first. It is important for kids to understand what Christ did to save humanity from eternal damnation (in children's language please). Second, after mass comes the "fun" and games for kids, searching for eggs and receiving gifts out of them. This is exactly what I was expecting the kids to do today.. However, I found them at home confused, teary, afraid upon seeing me. It was unusual... At one second, I was not sure what to do... I was not sure why...
"Mom is not home..." "Dad left..." were the only things they said..
These kids are seeing face to face and feeling the trauma of a problematic family.. I have wished I could just take them away, out of the situation. But I can not... My heart was wrenched when I left.. may God give them a Spring of hope.. New life. An Easter!!!
I felt God was suffering too witnessing the scene...
..in God's holy time, things will get better... At the very least, I hope the kids will understand what is happening and muster courage to find happiness in their lives, inspite of..
