When I was about seven years old, I spent Easter weekend at the home of my newly married sister. On that wonderful Sunday, my pre-school aged nephew and I excitedly entered the living area, hoping to find baskets stuffed with Peeps, chocolate and other goodies laying in plastic shredded green grass. But instead, we found a wrecked living room with disarrayed couch cushions, blankets, and decorate pillows laying around.
The story the young adults told us curious children was that my brother-in-law spotted the Easter Bunny in the home and chased him around the room.
This was not met with excitement from us kiddos.
In fact, my first thought was something more like this:
My little nephew and I stood silent for a bit, staring with wide eyes at the damage done by a rabbit large enough to carry around presents for our baskets.
“What color was he?” my nephew asked.
“Oh, multi-colored. He kept changing colors as he ran around.”
A color changing rabbit meant only one thing to this Cold War, Generation X child: Mutated. You mean to tell me that a giant, mutated bunny was in this house?!
Suddenly, this notion was not that scary:
Yep, to me, the Easter Bunny was scarier that a beaten Son of God being brutally crucified and then rising from the grave like some zombie. Okay. Yeah. It sounds silly, but I’ve always been an imaginative child.
I was too young at that time to appreciate that this prank meant to boost our belief in the Easter Bunny actually strengthened my faith. So the cutesy, capitalistic symbol of Easter and I really haven’t experienced a solid relationship. And truthfully, who wants to think of the Lord bloody and broken on a Roman cross when flowers are budding, birds are singing, and baby duckies and bunnies are prancing around? But, hey, the Resurrection is my basis for this Spring Time holiday. Therefore, I never encouraged the belief of a gift giving bunny to my own son. And I only died Easter eggs with him once because it was just such a stinky mess. By the way, Peeps candies are plain gross.
But then this guy came along:
Hecks, yeah!! A six foot tall, speedy, boomerang slinging, Australian accented bad-ass that protects me from evil! Voiced by Hugh Jackman, this Easter Bunny explained that Easter is also about “hope” and “new beginnings.” Therefore, lining up with the Christian belief that one can be “born again.”
So once again, I say thank you to the Easter Bunny for helping to keep my faith strong. :)
But Peeps are still gross….