… “Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: ‘The Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.'”
Monday night we made resurrection rolls. It happened to be the same day Cate’s memory verse at school was “He is not here; he is risen!” I’m amazed at how she can tell us that Jesus died on a cross and then wasn’t in the tomb when they came to look for him. Greg asked her last night if she knew what a tomb was, and she replied without hesitation, “It’s like a cave.”
She amazes me.
And God amazes me. The way he weaves moments together couldn’t be orchestrated by me, even if I try. And I do try.
We talked about Jesus’ burial and resurrection while she dipped in the marshmallow in melted butter and the cinnamon/Splenda mix [signifying the oil and herbs they used to prepare his body] and then rolled it in the crescent roll [Jesus’ tomb]. And after 15 minutes in the oven, the marshmallow wasn’t there. It had melted. Consider it a fast-forwarded object lesson of the three days that changed history.
If you’re interested, here is the recipe I used. I know there are several others out there too.
May you and your family be blessed as we celebrate the joy that comes with the eternal meaning of Easter.
What a great idea. We don't want to lose the real meaning in all the hubbub of celebrations. He is risen and Gary is there with him. Someday I plan to see them both. Definately a reason for celebration.