Last night Ashlyn and I colored Easter eggs. It was fun to watch her get excited about coloring them, and I didn't mind coloring a few as well, but it wasn't nearly as much fun as it was when I was a child. Today I watched her open her Easter basket filled with candy and toys, and I remembered what fun it was to get an Easter basket when I was a child. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that, even though those things were lots of fun when I was younger, I don't really miss them now. I have outgrown the fun of Easter.
It's a good thing the "fun" of Easter isn't what's really important. Even though I am too old for the fun of Easter, I am certainly not too old for the joy of Easter. The joy of Easter doesn't come from colored eggs, baskets full of toys, or the latest flavors of jelly beans. The joy of Easter comes from the reassurance that I will get to spend eternity in heaven because Jesus suffered on the cross, died, and rose again to provide me with forgiveness for my sins and eternal life in heaven.
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