05/04/2026
The Easter We Didn’t Expect
You know… I’ve always found it interesting how we celebrate Easter today.
We’ve got chocolate eggs, Easter egg hunts, hot cross buns… even public holidays where everything slows down.
And honestly, it’s great, family, fun, kids running around searching for eggs…
But have you ever stopped and thought…
why eggs? why the hunt? why all of this?
Because the original Easter story is actually quite different.
See, on the first Easter morning, there was a group of women who went out early… not to hunt for something hidden…
…but to visit a grave.
They knew exactly where Jesus had been laid.
There was no mystery. No search.
But when they got there… something was missing.
The stone had been rolled away…
and the body wasn’t there.
Imagine going on an Easter egg hunt…
and the one thing you expected to find… was gone.
That’s actually the first Easter.
Not “we found it!” …but “He’s not here.”
And that changed everything.
And then you think about the eggs themselves…
An egg looks lifeless on the outside, just a shell.
But inside… there’s life.
And that’s the picture of Easter.
Jesus was placed in a tomb, it looked like the end. Like hope had died.
But three days later… life came out of what looked finished.
The grave was empty.
Even hot cross buns…that little cross on top…
It points to the moment Jesus died.
But the story doesn’t stop at the cross.
Because the real power of Easter is this:
- the cross shows us love…
- but the empty tomb shows us victory.
And here’s what I find most fascinating…
On that first Easter morning, people went looking for Jesus in a grave…
But He wasn’t there.
They were searching in the place of death…
for someone who was alive.
And I wonder if we sometimes do the same…
Looking for hope, meaning, life… in places that can’t really give it.
Because the true message of Easter is simple:
- This is not the end.
- Life can come out of what looks finished.
- And hope is more real than we think.
So maybe Easter isn’t just about finding what’s hidden…
Maybe it’s about discovering what’s no longer there.
An empty grave… …and a living hope.
