GloucesterTimes.com, Gloucester, MA

March 27, 2013

Letter: The Easter bunny and the very first Easter


Gloucester Daily Times

---- — To the editor:

One Jerusalem morning, the Easter bunny, whose real name is Hector P. Hare, hopped on over to Jesus’ tomb where the Rabbi’s broken body had been laid before the Passover Sabbath to pay respects.

Shockingly, the bunny found the massive stone rolled away from the sepulcher door. Bending down, he oh-so-apprehensively ducked into the tomb to visit Jesus’ lifeless body. But astonishingly, all that was there were strips of linen and the burial cloth that had been around the Nazarene’s head. The cloth was folded up by itself, separate from the linen.

Hector, quizzified, stepped out into the bright post-dawn sunlight, twitching his light-gray nose and tweaking his wise whiskers with his paws. Being a pragmatic hare, with no theological bent in his hop, Hector’s furry soul sat still in silent stupor, when suddenly, two angels, whose clothes outshone the sun in gleaming brightness, appeared, saying: “Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was in Galilee: The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.”

Bunny, who’d been among the crowds listening to Jesus’ sermons (ears tucked under his Jewish tallit) remembered and marveled. He’d seen Mary’s son multiply five loaves of bread and two fish and feed 5,000 men, women and children quicker than a rabbit breeds.

Hector P. Hare had had a habit since he was a little rabbit nestled safely in mom and dad’s modest mid-Eastern burrow. His favorite food was hard-boiled eggs. On holidays he’d hop-along a bunny trail to fellow furry friends holes and gleefully give them an egg or two out of his personal supply.

This news of Jesus’ resurrection power over sin and death was a true epiphany for Hector. He knew he must share this revelation with bunny and mortal alike.

An idea struck lightning-like. Spread the message like he’d joyously spread eggs in his youth. Only now, splash the eggs with brilliant colors to represent the blossoming spiritual pleasure that had liberated his heart. Each apple green, magenta, cardinal red, blue-violet, banana yellow, jade, indigo, carnation pink or goldenrod Easter egg would represent the singularly special soul of every rabbit or mortal Christ had set free from the dark shadows of their naughty misdeeds.

Now, at last, Hector P. Hare finally knew why his parents gave him that funny middle name – Pistis. It meant, faith, and now that he had some faith he understood the wonder-filled hope of Jesus’ Easter promise:

“I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die.”

STUART DIAMOND

Rockport