Evangelical Christianity is remarkably devoid of rituals, but my children seem to crave them. For Advent a couple of years ago, we began lighting Advent candles. I searched the web for their meaning, but found a variety of meanings, so in the end, I made up my own: 1 candle reminds us that Jesus is the light of the world, and that he told us we were the light of the world. 2 candles reminds us of God and humanity, and how Jesus came to bridge the separation between the two. 3 candles reminds us of the Trinity, how God is a family, and wants to add children to that family. 4 candles reminds us of the four corners of the earth, that God sends us with his message to all peoples of all countries.
The kids responded really well to this. (Perhaps all that pomo touchy-feely, multi-sensory stuff is really kid stuff.) Well, what should we do for Easter? We have no Easter traditions, unless you count Easter egg hunts, which as Jor points out, is meaningless (unless we give it meaning). Holy Week kind of snuck up on us. So last night, I brought back something we haven’t done in far, far too long: read the Bible over supper. I read about Jesus entering Jerusalem, then being anointed in Bethany, and we had fun with it. I read it with expression, the way I read other stories to the kids. I (gasp) added to the text, interjecting what I imagined, to make the story more real. And we asked questions together. It was wonderful.
Then my son Trevor wanted to peek at what we would read tonight. I explained that it would be Holy Thursday, so we would read about Jesus sharing communion and giving it new meaning. Trevor, you must understand, is a 10-year-old boy and the least spiritually inclined of the family. He got all excited and said, “Then let’s have communion tomorrow!” And so we shall. And now I am going offline to do just that.
Peace to all on this Holy Thursday.