I'm not a religious person. But I know there are forces I can't even begin to understand in this universe—forces greater than anything I can ever fathom.
I'm a non-practising Christian, but I always reflect around Easter. Good Friday, especially. I was going through my journals and came upon a passage. A discussion about Easter, when my son was 4.
"Dad," he asked, "what is Easter?"
"Well, it's about Jesus," I answered.
"What's Jesus, Dad?"
"Jesus was a very kind person who helped people. Even if it meant he had to die. Some people think he's the son of God. Some people think he was a prophet—someone who's heard what God's said and tells people about it."
"Oh," he remarked.
"So," I continued, "Easter is really about Jesus and remembering him and what he sacrificed for us. It's not really about the Easter Bunny and chocolate. I mean, it is about that, too, but it's really about Jesus."
"I don't really like that part," he matter-of-factly stated. "I just like the part about the Easter Bunny."
"I can understand that," I laughed.
So this Easter, while my kids are looking for eggs and digging into chocolate, I'll continue to reflect on the miracle of life, on the forces that weave throughout us. I'll reflect on how commercialism has overtaken Easter. I'll think about how I try and derive meaning from life. And how I can get so focused on the everyday routine, ratrace, that I forget to stop and think—about how lucky I am to be alive. And to have a loving family.
This Easter, I encourage you to take a moment to stop and think, as well.