My wife got upset with me yesterday because, in my eagerness to keep Easter going, I came home from the grocery store with a dozen hard-boiled, colored eggs. Now admittedly, eggs and bunnies and little chicken peeps are not what I’m talking about when I’m talking about keeping Easter going, but they are a part of the secular side of this holiday, and I thought perhaps having some of that stuff around might remind us of the spiritual significance of Easter week that we want to remember at all times (see yesterday’s Catch).

Truthfully, the personal side of this was the true motivator. We have a family tradition of boiling and coloring about two dozen eggs for Easter, and then we always have them around for a week or so before we can eat them all, and here is the personal part — I love hard-boiled eggs, so I see consuming them as part of the fringe benefits of a secular Easter. But for the last two years — be it COVID or whatever, not sure why — we haven’t colored eggs. So I saw this as a simple means of catching up. Easter’s over. We normally would have a few colored eggs around, and so here was an opportunity to do just that without the work. Made sense to me.

Marti went through the roof. “You’re going to sacrifice tradition and family time for a shortcut? What’s the point? The point isn’t having eggs around. The point is the family time together. Besides, whoever colored these eggs did a lousy job; I don’t even like them.”

“But …” It was useless. There was no way I was going to win this one. “Go back,” she said, “get some eggs and a coloring kit, and let’s color eggs.”

“If they still have any of those kits around,” I pouted.

“They’ll have them,” she said.

So guess what we’re going to be doing this weekend? We’ll just pretend that the Easter bunny got the wrong calendar. The latest date Easter can technically occur is April 25, so we’re still in the ballpark. And anyway, I tried a couple of those eggs I brought home and they were overcooked and tasteless. So I’m not complaining.

Now what does any of this have to do with the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ? Nothing, except that we’re thinking about it, and that’s the whole point. We don’t want to forget.

That’s also why every supper is the Lord’s Supper, because that’s what He wanted. He said as often as we eat this bread and drink this cup, we proclaim the Lord’s death until He returns. So what is “this bread” and “this cup” if it’s not the one that’s on your table and my table whenever we sit down to eat? I can’t think of anything else He would have meant. Can you?