So, Evie and I were prepping for the arrival of the gang for our gathering on what you probably call Easter Sunday...what Evie's calling Resurrection Sunday...and, what I call this Sunday.
We were having, as the main course of our meal, barbequed beef brisket...and hot dogs, for the yung'nes who may not like the beef.
We didn't eat the meal that is traditional in these parts...ham...because ham's not popular among our people.
Saturday, when all of the ingredients of our part of the meal had been purchased, Evie and I were chatting about our nontraditional meal and, through stream of consciousness, began to contemplate what next year's meal might be.
I think that I was the one who suggested rabbit stew because it was Evie who took the thought to the place that it would logically go and said,
"And, we'll call it Easter Bunny stew!"
And, we decided to do try to do that next year.
Since neither of us hunt, getting the meat will be an issue.
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I've said, recently, that I rarely read Facebook. Evie, though, does check it out periodically.
During the past week, she'd mentioned to me which churches are talking about Easter Egg hunts and other blendings of the pagan and pure for their Easter Sunday activities...
...and, being the poor wordsmith I am, I have no adjective to describe her attitude toward that sort of thing.
Appalled and disdained don't touch it.
So, next year, if we can get our hands on some rabbit, and if she can find a way to prepare it that is appetizing, we'll spend Resurrection Sunday proclaiming the victory of Jesus over death...
...but also, what?, making our own statement on the sin of mixing pagan ritual with the most precious of all pure truths...
...that He lives.
He faced death down...
...He crushed it...
...He, as the song says, "ate it up and spit it out."
...FOREVER.
So, we'll take your Easter Bunny and we will eat it.
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