Painting hard-boiled eggs. …Who comes up with this stuff? My guess is chicken farmers.
Ages ago, it was about new birth, Iranian New Year, or a Norse idol. Much later (1600s), hopped along the Easter Bunny. And egg hunts are relatively modern (1890s).
Our family enjoys lots of traditions, but without the idols. We enjoy eggs, pumpkins, and trees. Some folks don’t see it this way, citing the verse: “if what I eat causes my brother or sister to fall into sin, I will never eat meat again”.
Agreed: we certainly do not want to “become a stumbling block to the weak.” In fact, for this reason we used to hide the fact that we hide eggs! Then it occurred to us: none in our acquaintance are tempted to worship a Norse goddess; I think we’re okay to put some chocolate in a piece of plastic and hide it in a birdhouse. “We know that ‘An idol is nothing at all in the world’ and that ‘There is no God but one.'”
Some of our previous convictions against certain celebrations and such were based on dogma presented by mortals—blindly following the philosophies of men. I think of that old pop song: “Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign?”
Yes, we had put all our eggs in one basket, and it included a couple of bad eggs.
But the Savior is in the business of setting captives free! I love people! And certainly don’t want to make trouble for anybody. But in the Lord, and in America (so far), we do have freedom. Ironically, these days the bigger danger is becoming a stumbling block to the “easily offended.” This dark world is moving in a direction of outlawing everything from Christianity to giving birth.
Well, now this blog post has just become a “scramble.” ‘Not sure it will go “over easy.”
But you know what? I think I’m becoming less worried about offending somebody.