Out of all my childhood memories, I cherish the ones
of Easter the most. I was born and raised in Croatia. I was 13 years old when my family
immigrated to Australia. What remains etched in my heart the most
about the home of my birth is the land and its’ nature….every wheat field I ran
through, every tree I climbed, every patch of grass with blooming spring
flowers……it is all so firmly locked in my heart and it is evoked at Easter
time.
When I read the Bible, I know what harvests are and what seasonal
festivals are and what shepherds are. And I understand many spiritual truths
that were taught by the Saviour using the metaphors that related to agrarian
way of life. I know all this because of my homeland of Croatia. I know it
because I grew up with it.
Easter was a magical time in my youth. It was a time when
winter left and spring came and all that was dead under the snow came to life. A time when violets emerged from the earth and the
spring flowers adorned the countryside to herald a renewal of life. It was a
time when baby chicks were born so no chocolate, only hard-boiled eggs we
decorated to help us remember the new birth. A time when my mother made sure my
sisters and I had a brand-new dress to wear to Church Sunday morning with our
Easter fare in a basket for the priest to bless. It was a time when spring air
was the strongest. I cannot remember it ever raining on Easter Sunday. The sun
shone always, like it wanted to remind us that it was a day of re-birth.
Such a fitting time for a resurrection, when nature bloomed
and new life awakened. It was a time for me when nature allowed me to see His
glory. Easter Sundays for me overshadowed Good Friday and Christ’s death. As
important as that was, Easter Sundays were what I remembered the most because the happiness and
knowledge of Christ’s resurrection whispered in spring air.
Now that I am an adult and understand the hope of
resurrection for myself, my heart is full of gratitude and hope for the new life
that the Saviour has made possible. I know that He lives and has overcome the
sting of death for my sake. The suffering He bore to make that possible is
something I can never repay but the power He gained to exalt me on high is
something I will be grateful for forever.
When You rose from Your grave
With healing in Your wings,
With the crucible of the cross
Forever etched in Your memory;
Did I live on in Your heart
As you ascended to Your throne
To seal your eternal fame?
I bow before Thy greatness;
I bow before Thy holy name.
- CATHRYNE ALLEN
(Art: Clothed in Glory by Chris Brazelton)