*Big thanks to Henry Petty for serving as today’s guest writer!*
One of my earliest memories as a child is of eating a big meal and looking outside the single-pane windows in wonderment, wondering if the Easter Bunny had hopped his way into our back yard to leave some decorated boiled eggs for us. I loved peeling away the plastic coating to get to the oh-so-awesomeness of the boiled eggs. And if one was so lucky, he might find a plastic egg that parted to reveal silly putty, Cadbury eggs, or cotton tails (white cheddar popcorn balls).
It never occurred to me what Easter really meant. And while you’re thinking to yourself, “Wonderful, it’s Easter..and I get to read a blog about Jesus.” You’re probably right, but you have to read on to find out.
I gave up sweets for Lent this year so for the first time I am without the comfort of a quick sugar crush from my afternoon Twizzlers. I never realized how much sweets were a part of my life. While I have lost 11 pounds since this Lent fast, it wasn’t the reason I gave up sweets – I wanted to really feel emptiness. I wanted to feel pain. Call me crazy, but if it doesn’t hurt, then it’s not working. Don’t go calling some mental health hotline; I’m not a cutter or anything like that. I have a tough exterior, so it’s gotta hurt to count.
That emptiness that sweets left has been filled with a clearer mind for physical fitness. I’ve joined a health club, I’ve eaten more micro nutrient-rich foods, and I’ve used my Xbox 360 Kinect more. As a side effect to giving up sweets, I’ve focused on my own personal health.
Now when Easter comes and everybody is settled home, I will absolutely stuff my face with that Valentine’s Day candy that has been waiting in the cupboard screaming out my name. And I’m going to drown myself in the best banana split this side of the Mississippi Railroad. But I will never forget one thing: That Easter Bunny really was up to a lot of mischief. But I’m thankful for him instilling into me a love of sweets, so i could experience the void and bring myself closer to my body, God’s Temple, being in much better shape.
Maybe this was about Jesus after all. Happy Easter everybody!
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My blog about Easter! Happy Easter!!!