My favorite part about Easter is the week before. I’m not a big fan of how Easter is done here in SoCal, but I love Passover.
There’s just so much symbolism behind it! I love how everything means something.
As grateful as I am for the incredible sacrifice Jesus made, the Last Supper and how radical Jesus was during it really drives home the whole point with me much more so than anything else.
I don’t dye eggs to remember Jesus died.
And Jesus rose from the dead, so who needs a funeral egg?
I don’t just look at them to remember suffering.
I eat them.