The Lindt Easter egg looks beautiful. Wrapped in gold foil,
nestled above small red Lindor eggs, a moulded plastic cover holds all in place
inside an outer cardboard wrap. (This isn’t going to be a rant about the
environmental impact of all our Easter egg packaging, though it does make my heart
sag…)
The egg looks lovely. I know it will taste delicious, from
past experience. But until I open the box, extract the packaging and unwrap the
egg, and actually bite into it … it’s all theory, memory, probability.
The cross does not look lovely. It’s an instrument of torture
of the most cruel and barbaric kind. But the man who hung there … Jesus, who triumphed
over death and rose from the grave … he is beautiful. I can look at the story,
and see how beautiful his love and grace and mercy are, but unless I engage
with him, unless I enter into the intimate relationship he invites me into,
unless I confess that he is Lord … it’s all theory. A nice story, but one
without impact on my life.
Taste and see that the Lord is good. Better even than the
Lindt Easter egg.
