“Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail, hippity, hoppity, Easter’s on its way.”
I remember singing that as child, eagerly awaiting the smell of vinegar for egg-dying, the taste of entirely too many Peeps, and the nauseating smell of egg-salad sandwiches.
Now I am an adult who just looked up “How to boil eggs” because I promptly forget every year. It is a strange night before Easter this year, but what we get to reflect even more deeply this year on the original meaning of Resurrection Life!
G.K. Chesterton says that familiarity breeds contempt, that hearing the same things year after after tends to make the extraordinary appear mundane. Recognizing this in my own heart, every year I ask the Lord to give me a fresh view of Easter. Here it is.
Knit in the beginning in a borrowed womb,
Left in the end in a borrowed tomb.
Laid in His early days in a borrowed manger,
Hung in his later days for a borrowed danger.
The only priceless One, broken, borrowed, used;
Many wayward sons with borrowed grace infused.
Bound by love on Friday, He died a borrowed death,
Fraught with life on Sunday, We breath His borrowed breath.
By His Borrowing We Were Bought.
wow Aimee. absolutely beautiful. I’m so thankful God gave you this powerful poem to bless all of us this Easter and beyond. It really touched me and is preparing me to wake up tomorrow to celebrate the borrowed grace Jesus bought for us by borrowing our danger, death, heartache. What an exchange! He is risen indeed. Happy Easter to all of you Josephs!! P.S. i laughed out loud bc i looked up how to boil eggs tonight, too.
thanks, B! I am glad I am not the only one who doesn’t know how to hard boil eggs! I hope all is well in North Carolina. Stay safe during COVID and this crazy weather!
Thank you, Aimee, for your words and your grace. Blessings!