Another Year, Another Lent, Another Fast, Another Rabbit Card

Easterbunny Easter is a little different in our home. While we are Christians who believe that the Resurrection is one of the most important holy days, if not THE most important holy day, we also plunge headlong into the rabbit craze of Easter. It’s not that we badly want to blend the new life Christians celebrate with ancient pagan rituals, fun though it seems for some. No, we use Easter to also celebrate our three rabbits: Eva, Baxter, and Evan–the jerk who eats our carpet.

So while we wind down our fasts, read through the abridged daily liturgy of the Divine Hours, and set the alarm for a ridiculously early hour for Easter sunrise service, we also stock up the mushiest, cutest, furriest bunny cards. It’s a competition to out-cute the other. This year I swept in with two adorable gray bunnies snuggling with a pink backdrop, thinking I had a lock on the competition. However, Julie countered with a beautiful brown bunny sitting alert in a field and glaring with that penetrating dark bunny eye, much like the one I’ve inserted at the top of this post.

So, yeah, we’re a bit strange about all of this. Of course we also finished up our Lenten fasts…

After seeing how little sleep I was getting and how much time I was wasting on the internet, I decided to fast from online browsing in the evening. To a certain extent I spent more time reading the news in the morning, but I at least rid myself of the aimless wandering that can be such a time drain in the evening. My goal was to spend more time reading spiritual books, which sort of happened. I wish I could list a bunch of books that I finished. Instead I nibbled on The Luminous Dusk and The Story of Christianity, both great reads that I hope to finish in the near future.

If anything, I realized that I’m very good at keeping myself busy. I tend to think I must always be reading, studying, writing, planning, cleaning, baking, etc. On a few blessed occasions I just sat down and read a book that was nothing more than guilty pleasure, something that I just don’t do enough. So as I come out of Lent, instead of swelling my head with all kinds of new spiritual knowledge, I think I’ve actually learned more about rest, which of course is a spiritual practice in and of itself. Us Americans just don’t believe that can be possible.

Can you imagine if we conceived of “ministry” as rest and not only as work?

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