Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Easter Story Cookies

These, friends, are not my cookies. No photos from me. Read on to see why. Image found here.

This Easter, Nathan didn't go to bed wondering what time the bunny would come hopping through Nashville. He wanted to know whether the tomb would be empty when he woke up.

Before Nathan's bedtime, but after Owen's, I pulled my oldest into the kitchen. A simple collection of ingredients was waiting on the counter. I opened the activity by asking if he knew why Jesus died on the cross. He told me it was because He loved us. Good start, right?

We went through the explanation of the Easter Story Cookies, step by step. We sprinkled in salt as a sign of the tears He shed, we poured in sugar to show how sweet His love is for us, we beat the pecans into pieces to remember what He went through for each of us.

Nathan asked questions and Nathan understood. Once the mixture was whipped together and dropped onto the cookie sheet, we shut them into our makeshift tomb (re: oven). I handed Nathan two pieces of tape and he sealed it closed, just as the guards did after the body of Jesus was taken down.

Nathan asked how long we had to wait until we could eat the cookies. He was a little sad when I told him they had to stay sealed until the morning. However, I reminded him that those who loved Jesus had to wait three entire days before the rock was moved.

He figured they were probably sad, too.

Bummer Alert: They didn't turn out. Instead of cracked tombs that were empty inside, Easter morning gave us white, crumbly messes. Nathan wasn't bothered, though, and I think the lesson given the night before was worth it. We will try again next year. We may even go for a different recipe, like these Resurrection Rolls.

Once we got dressed and tossed the crumbled messes aside, we headed to Easter Sunday Mass. We took our place in the pew as rain beat down on the small church and thunder shook the windows. Owen climbed all over his Daddy until the Cheerios came out, but Nathan sat sandwiched between me and his Grammy.

The kid sat perfectly still and listened to Father Alphonse talk about a tomb. A tomb that was sealed to prevent Jesus's followers from getting to Him. A tomb that was empty on the third day.

He locked eyes with me for a second when he remembered the oven-tomb. Nathan listened and Nathan understood.

It didn't matter if the cookies were edible. It didn't matter if the Easter Bunny brought loads of candy (if you read yesterday, you'll know he did). It didn't matter if rain washed away the outdoor egg hunt. The tomb was empty.

And this year, I was able to celebrate that with my son.

There was a great earthquake; for an angel of the lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat on it... "Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified. He is not here; for He is risen, as He said."

Matthew 28:2, 5-6

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