Time to Call Home
Hi Father. It’s me again. Seems like I’m always coming to you with something.
What? That’s what you’re here for? Well, thanks for reminding me that no matter what is on my heart, you’re here to listen.
So what’s bothering me? Well, to be honest, I think that I may have left something out of the Easter celebration.
Yes, I know it’s hard to believe I’d forget anything. You know my lists and me. And so far, I’m just about ready for the big day. The chocolate bunnies are arranged in the baskets, and the Easter eggs are colored, too.
And remember the cute cards I bought early? The ones with the chickens and ducks on them? Well, they’re off in the mail. I’ve even decorated the house with spring flowers, bought the ham and cross-buns and invited friends in for the meal.
Besides that, there was a great sale on spring clothes. Since obviously, you know me, I don’t have to tell you that I couldn’t resist the new dress. Or the matching shoes and handbag.
As of today, it looks like we’re ready for Easter. Almost.
And that’s why I’m in prayer with you, Father.
In the days leading up to the observance, I’m embarrassed to say that I’ve left out one thing.
Your Son. The very reason we’re celebrating.
In the midst of the bunnies and baskets there’s been no room for him. He’s been pushed aside, lost and forgotten, in the pastel frills of the season. Sadly, his recognition level lags somewhere behind the Easter Bunny.
I’m partly responsible for the state of affairs. So, I’m here, Father, to ask you to please forgive me.
What’s that you say? You already have? Well, that’s just what I needed to hear. Thank you for the reminder that this is what Easter is all about. Forgiveness and Love.
Thank you, too, Father, for sending Jesus to us so that the world could have eternal hope.
And, while I’m on the subject, let me tell your Son thank you for all he’s done, too. I know he’s right there with you.
After all, he is the Risen Lord. Hallelujah!