Commentary By Danielle Pelkey

The North Jefferson News



I trust that everyone enjoyed a blessed Easter Sunday.

It really was perfect weather for all of the festivities of the day. If your family is anything like ours, you eat until full and then hide eggs.

The members of our family worshiped at their own respective churches Sunday morning and then met at my parents’ house for our traditional Easter lunch.

It’s crazy how we put so much of ourselves into the food for family get-togethers. As I was up at 2 a.m. Sunday morning putting the finishing touches on a cake and deviled eggs, I wondered if anyone would even care. Would it be just as easy to just pick up some fried chicken from the store after church?

But everyone has their special dishes that they are famous for and once you’ve been marked as the cook of that dish, you might as well get use to it.

You know you just thought about what you’re famous for. Or if you’re a man, you probably just thought of what your mom or wife is famous for. We all know what it is. Actually, I don’t think I’m famous for anything. I try to keep them guessing as to what I’m good at.

This year I tried my hand at a new cake recipe. It worked out well, but I went with store-bought potato salad, boxed macaroni and cheese and rolls.

Once you’ve eaten, the inevitable nap peers from around the corner, but not until the hiding of the eggs. This has always been a man’s job around our family. The women do all of the cooking and cleaning. The least the men can do is hide 50 eggs around the front yard.

While the men are hiding eggs, my sister, Angie, tells the kids about “resurrection eggs.” These eggs are so neat. There are 12 eggs that hold different aspects of the death and resurrection of Christ.

I just love this story told through these eggs. By the time the story is over, the eggs are hidden and ready to be discovered.

We had four little hunters in our family this year, but two are coming up to join them next year.

As the kids were running around and gathering their prizes, we sat on the front porch and laughed at the ones who fought over “money” eggs and the poor ones who couldn’t find an egg if someone dropped it in their baskets.

After the hunt, it’s off to the nearest rocking chair, couch or recliner for the Sunday afternoon nap.

This year our nap got cut out because of a baptism at our church at 4 p.m. But isn’t that was Easter is about? Isn’t it about the death, burial and resurrection? This is the very significance of baptism.

Once again, the Lord has blessed us with a holiday surrounded by family, food and Him. What else could a girl ask for?