One Egg at a Time


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I can nonetheless see him: a little bit boy, barely over one 12 months outdated, sitting on the garden in his plaid inexperienced overalls surrounded by little plastic Easter eggs, with a smear of chocolate throughout his cheeks. He had simply completed fairly a profitable Easter egg hunt, leading to a haul of greater than a dozen plastic eggs. After all, he was too younger to seek out the eggs himself, so his dad took him by the hand and confirmed him every egg in flip. Collectively they collected the dozen eggs that lay sprawled throughout the garden on the little boy’s ft.

This little boy has grown loads since that day, joined now by two different little boys, who collectively love nothing greater than the fierce competitors of attempting to find eggs.

Final 12 months, because of the pandemic, we had 4 or 5 Easter egg hunts by our home. I truly misplaced observe of what number of occasions I stuffed these plastic eggs with chocolate (the identical chocolate every time—shh…don’t inform!) and hid them. Initially of every hunt, there was a flurry of pleasure because the three boys competed for who might seize probably the most eggs quickest. However because the competitors wound down with just some eggs left, one thing lovely occurred. It was then that I observed their dad again at work, subtly mentioning eggs right here and there till all of the eggs had been discovered and distributed equally amongst his sons.

A number of weeks in the past, I organized an Easter egg hunt for fathers and teenage sons on a father/son Lenten retreat. The hunt was a little bit unconventional—and never solely as a result of it was held throughout Lent. As an alternative of chocolate, inside every egg was a collection of questions for fathers and sons to reply. As they discovered every egg hidden across the faculty, the fathers and sons had been known as to reply questions on life, rising up, religion, and extra. The egg hunt’s objective was to start out a dialog that hopefully developed or renewed relationships.

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As I watched the fathers and sons stroll across the faculty collectively that day, I puzzled what number of fathers had been reminded of how they as soon as helped their younger sons hunt for eggs hidden among the many tall grass and behind the extensive trunks of timber. I puzzled what number of sons remembered the refined factors and gestures from dad as they regarded for the brightly coloured eggs. I hoped that their conversations now can be the start of a powerful friendship between them later in life.

Enthusiastic about the journey from the one-year-old on the garden to {the teenager} strolling alongside his dad, I began to surprise if that is how our relationship with God develops over time. At first, after we are younger and incapable of discovering out about life all by ourselves, God takes our fingers and guides us from second to second. Then, as we develop, God offers us area to attempt to see what we will uncover on our personal. However God by no means leaves us fully alone, as simply after we begin to surrender or get pissed off, God subtly factors in direction of the solutions we search. Then, sooner or later, after we are grown sufficient to suppose we’ve all of it found out, it’s then that God turns into like a buddy whom we will tackle a stroll and discuss with about life and religion and the whole lot in between.

That’s how I think about my relationship with God, altering and rising as I do. It’s how I hope God works with my sons and the boys I train as effectively: gently main them to the treasure they search, one egg at a time.

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