Finding the Hidden Things
Once in a while I pick up interesting lessons from my blog friends. I feel surprised at times when I put them into practice.
My friend, Dianna, recently shared a way to spruce up her table centerpieces. She wrote about it at her blog, Forgiven... Her theory explains that centerpieces for our tables can be the catalyst for good dinner conversation. I felt motivated to think outside the box of flowers or fruit which make beautiful centerpieces, but would I be clever enough to try something new?
My eight-year old granddaughter asked her biological father to call me and hint for an invite when she arrived in Arizona for spring break. Last week they drove up for a day and had dinner with us. What an opportunity to explore and satisfy my decorating appetite! I thought about the ceramics my mom made for me years ago hiding way up on the top shelf of my clothes closet and I quickly unpacked them. I placed some pink flowers in the base circling a white ceramic basket filled with colored ceramic eggs.
As I lit the candles that night at dinner, I explained to my family how my mother loved art and made seasonal gifts for me throughout the year. I asked: “What do you think of when you look at colorful eggs in a basket?”
My granddaughter piped up first and told us about the egg hunt her family is looking forward to on Easter morning. Another one shared memories of Easter as a kid, and soon everyone talked about Easter and finding the hidden things.
The Hidden Things
My Jewish friends will celebrate Passover soon. I love the Seder dinner and the Afikomen bag with three pockets and the hidden broken matzo wrapped in linen cloth secretly tucked in the center pouch. Before dinner, the father at the table hides it and the youngest child looks for it. When he finds it, the child receives a reward.
It makes me think about my own faith and how Jesus mentioned that His message is so simple, a child can understand it.
I Can’t Find Him
During this season, I think, too, how Christ’s followers felt duped after His death. “Did someone steal His body after they buried Him?” they thought.
Peter ran into the tomb and witnessed the emptiness except for a properly folded burial cloth. I marvel that Jesus, in resurrected form, chose to appear first to Mary, a woman! He is alive!
It’s that time of year to reflect on the hidden things. I hope you are having a meaningful Easter Season and I hope you find everything you’re looking for, too.