The Lamb

It’s not about the bunny–it’s about the Lamb. Photo by Kat Jayne.

Easter, yes, that holiday
That signals start of spring—
That marks rebirth, renewal,
And all that sort of thing.
It brings bouquets of flowers
In yellows, pinks, and blue,
And cheerful eggs that have been dipped
In dye of every hue.

It may also bring a special meal
With family gathered ‘round,
To share in the festivities
That on this day are found.
And, of course, there is the bunny
That brings a special treat
For all the children to enjoy,
That makes the day complete.

Yet, if we pause a moment,
To reevaluate
What this day should represent,
And why we celebrate;
Perhaps we would be horrified
To see the lasting cost—
The reason that we celebrate
Seems to have been lost.

For Easter, see, is not about
The eggs dyed bold and bright,
Not about the flowers
Bursting forth in sunny light.
It’s not about the banquet
Nor about the festive ham;
And it’s not about the bunny—
It’s about the Easter Lamb.

I knew what the poem was supposed to be.  I got home one night and went for the mail.  There was a book catalogue in with the bills and advertisements.  On the last page was a title that spoke to me: It’s Not About the Bunny; It’s About The Lamb.

The poem came relatively easy, but this write up did not.  I was struggling with what to say.  As my brain was thinking, I found myself absent-mindedly doing what I do best—eating.  I had grabbed a small handful of roasted cashews and was pacing the living room.  There, just before the stairs I dropped a small piece.  “Not to worry,” I told myself, “I will just retrieve it.”  But, looking down, I realized the cashew was in similar color to the carpet and perfectly camouflaged.  Try as I might, I could not see it anywhere.  I started to wonder if the nut had somehow got stuck on my shirt and never made it to the floor.  When more examination still did not reveal the missing item, I started wondering if I had actually dropped anything at all.  Staring at the ground with glassy-eyed perplexity, I thought I might be going crazy!

Then this thought came, “Adjust your perspective.”  I walked down the stairs a few steps, kneeled, and put my head eye-level with the carpet.  With this new viewpoint, a quick scan side to side easily revealed the lost cashew, plain as day, on top of the flooring.

And then the lesson—and this write-up.  So often in the hustle and bustle of life, what is most important can become obscured or hidden.  So easily we can become blinded with the myriad distractions around us.  From our current, perhaps lofty, vantage point, what we desire most may be camouflaged and lost, though it is right in front of us. 

This Easter, may the traditions and festivities that surround the holiday not distract us from the real reason we celebrate.  May we remember the words of President Russell M. Nelson, “Jesus Christ came to pay a debt He didn’t owe because we owed a debt we couldn’t pay” (I highly encourage watching this short video clip:  Perhaps the perspective we need can only be achieved as we fall to our knees.  There, in humility, may we find Him, our Savior, our Advocate, our Redeemer; the resurrected and glorified Lord, the perfect and obedient Son, the humble and willing Sacrifice—

The Lamb.

Written: March 22, 2020

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