The Hunger Games is an extreme, twisted depiction of a future world gone wrong at the hands of mankind. Yet even now, one does not have to look very far to see that this world is broken. Turn on the news. Follow twitter. Or better yet, look inside our own hearts.
When I gave birth to my four children, they were each the most amazing, tangible gifts I would ever receive on this side of life. So innocent, pure, and beautiful. But as they grew, I began to peel back the wrapping paper, opening each of my ‘gifts.’ It became clear over time that really they came to me broken to begin with.
Like myself, their internal flaw and brokenness was just as real as my own human frailty. I battle with it daily. To be unselfish, to be loving, to be understanding, giving, patient, kind, loyal – all these things do not come easy or natural. I was born flawed. I came that way – in disrepair.
The Hunger Games is a story of overcoming, of victory, of triumph.
In the story – I am Prim. Frail and incapable of winning. I need a strong tribute. Someone to take my place. Someone so great, so perfect, so strong and powerful. Someone to heal my frailty. Someone to conquer the depths of evil and sorrow of mankind. Someone to make it all right again. To fix what is broken. To restore what was meant before time to be perfect and flawless inside that wrapped package.
I need Hope. Help. Strength to love and forgive. Truth. Redemption.
Easter is what that signifies for me. Christ became for me a Savior. A Tribute. A Victor. He died in my place. Forgave my frailty and rose again. He conquered once and for all the sting of death and sorrow.
Hunger Games is merely a fictitious novel confined to a book and a screen. Yet I need reality and truth – a real-life, never-ending story. Not just for today, but for all eternity. Hope that lasts. Hope that conquers. Hope that wins in the end.
Easter, for me, is that redeeming story. It is the day Jesus Christ conquered death, rose from the grave, and offered to all forgiveness and eternal life. It is not a game, nor a cruel arena. It is the day He became victor. The day I celebrate. The day He won.
Families feast and gather together on Easter – a day for family, food, celebration, meaning, and memories. For early risers, here is a breakfast recipe we share…. (Also, see our complete Classic Easter Menu)
Easter Sunrise Bread Pudding Pancakes
Sunrise Bread Pudding Pancakes - Serves 4 to 6
7 slices white sandwich bread, crusts trimmed, cut into 1 inch pieces
2 cups milk
2 beaten eggs
1 T vegetable oil
¾ cups flour
2 T sugar
1 T baking powder
½ tsp salt
Combine bread and milk – let soak for 10 min. Whisk together eggs and vegetable oil. Add to bread mixture. Mix together flour, sugar, baking powder and salt. Stir evenly into egg & bread mixture.
Heat butter or oil in skillet on medium heat, or 325. Drop batter in ¼ cup fulls. Cook 4 minutes on each side, until browned on each side.
Serve pancakes topped with cinnamon sugar butter. Can also add pancake syrup or confectioners’ sugar, or both.
Cinnamon Sugar Butter
2 sticks salted butter, softened
2 tsp cinnamon
2 T sugar
Combine softened butter, cinnamon, & sugar. Beat with hand mixer until creamy and fluffy.