Every so often my birthday is very close to Easter and this year happened to be one of those years. Easter was “late” and my birthday followed right after making for a very busy weekend. Makes me feel very small because really one more year is nothing compared to that fact that Jesus is risen. To celebrate his resurrection (and my birthday) David and I hosted a little get-together with our families. The get together quickly became a bit chaotic with two fussy babies but I am pretty sure that everyone had a good time in the end.
After the celebration was over and people had left David and I were upstairs trying to sooth Ezra to sleep when I spotted the little box of Peeps that I had purchased for him. My husband likes the candies, but I don’t. Every once in a while out of the goodness of my heart I will purchase them for him during the Easter season. But while the little sugar-coated marshmallows were sitting there on the desk downstairs in the kitchen was the home made freshly baked vanilla chiffon cake. Those little purple plastic-wrapped things could never hold a candle to fresh baked goods, but we ended up in a conversation about just that. How often we ask for the Peeps when really God wants to give us the cake that is in the oven. We are way too easily satisfied with colored sugar and a world that removes Christ in favor of a gigantic bunny. We, as a people, are greatly confused.
He is risen. He has risen indeed. Let’s be the people who focus on Christ and wait for the cake instead of settling for Peeps.