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The Price of Eggs

The price of eggs is crazy! That was the opening comment made by my sister as we sat around the dinner table contemplating Easter. My sister, who has no children, graciously opens her house each year to a mad-cap day of Easter egg hunts, morbid consumption of candy, and overactive grandchildren who are shaking off their indoor winter doldrums to traipse fresh new spring mud into her house.

This year, we all watched the price of eggs skyrocket and heard or experienced restaurants charging an “egg” fee to bills. Fortunately, the price of eggs have reentered earth’s orbit. We wondered whether people would dye less eggs this year. With eight grandchildren, we are usually into the third dozen before colored dye marks every work area.

What’s with dyeing eggs anyway? (Nothing like a few extra dollars out of your pocket to reassess a life-long tradition.) Easter has always heralded the end of winter; a time for humankind to experience new life, from the daffodils pushing their way up despite our cold weather, to the tulips which in their beauty come and go so quickly. Christianity has absorbed many of the pagan springtime traditions and “repurposed” them as signs of Jesus’ resurrection. The Easter egg is one of them. Eggs have been an ancient symbol of new life. Christianity has revalued this oval wonder to symbolize the resurrection of Jesus; new life, forever. According to some sources, decorating Easter eggs is a tradition dating back to at least the 13th century. One explanation for this custom is that eggs were formerly a forbidden food during Lent, so people would decorate them to mark the end of penance and fasting and eat them on Easter as a celebration.

According to Good Housekeeping magazine, early Christian missionaries dyed the eggs colors to represent different aspects of the Easter story. Yellow represented the resurrection, blue represented love, and red the blood of Christ. Cracking a hard-boiled egg is opening the tomb. I guess the question is, did you dye less eggs this year because of the cost?

It makes me reflect on the cost Jesus paid for our sins. What is the price you would pay for salvation? What response can you offer to a God who paid with his only Son to bring us back to him?

He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live in righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed (1Peter 2:24). This Easter, ponder the price Jesus paid and the trivial distractions which we think are so important, such as the price of eggs. Have a blessed Easter!

Perfection and Mercy

I have always had really high standards, for myself and for others. I have lived my life demanding excellence because, as my father said growing up: “If you are going to do something, do it to the best of your ability or don’t do it at all.” With this mindset, I have lived a great deal of my life as a perfectionist.

Recently, however, I went through a really difficult stretch of life where I couldn’t be perfect, no matter how hard I tried. Due to a series of very unfortunate events all stacked on top of each other, I was actually just trying to make it out of bed every day and keep my family going. Perfection was replaced with survival.

It was in this time of darkness that God worked a wonderful work of healing within me. He showed me the depth of His mercy. That while He does desire Christ-like excellence from us, He sees our heart, the depth of our love for Him. He sees how hard we are trying. God is as merciful as He is exacting.

This tension, between God’s high standards and His mercy, is present in today’s Gospel. He, the King, is throwing a banquet and casting out invitations to everyone and anyone who wants to come. And yet, he casts out the person who showed up without the appropriate attire. Why? Because God doesn’t just want us to show up. He doesn’t want the bare minimum from us. He wants our best. And sometimes, our best is making it to Church in spit-up stained leggings and T-Shirt because we barely made it out the door. And sometimes our best is as close to perfection as a person can get on earth. He knows the circumstances of our lives. He knows the intention of our heart. He is deeply compassionate and merciful. But we also have to do more than just show up. We have to give Him our very best, whatever that may look like.

Forgiveness

Forgiveness. That word has probably caused more anxiety, anger, bewilderment, and peace than any other word we use . . . even love. Forgiveness is the “meat and potatoes” of relationship. It is the glue that bonds every heart-felt association we have. How often have we really forgiven someone? How often have we had something terribly important taken from us, and then struggle to forgive the person who has taken it? How often do we equate forgiveness with being weak instead of being strong? How does letting go of the hurt that someone has wrought upon us, produce the only real healing.

I have no specific answer to the many questions I pose. What I do have to offer as a solution is an image, Jesus on the Cross, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.” Have you ever been able to say that in full honesty? My answer when I am asked for the meaning of heart wrenching event questions is Jesus on the Cross.
I don’t have polished words to ease someone’s distress, all I have for them is the Cross. If Jesus died for everyone, then he died for those who loved him and stood at the foot of the cross as well as the person who hammered the nails into his flesh. Jesus gave us the meaning, the substance of forgiveness. He did so not just as an example, but as a participation in our action of forgiveness. I want you to understand that the Real Presence of Jesus that we are expounding on in the Eucharist Revival means that in every act of forgiveness, God is there to give us the necessary grace to really forgive, to really forgive and the forget. If you ever have trouble forgiving, just look at the Crucifix. In that mystery is your answer.