My First Year at Eggs
Just a Humble Egg-maker
Spring has always been my favorite time of year and Easter my favorite holiday. Resurrection is such a beautiful thing. New life. New hope. In many cultures, the egg is a symbol of new life and rebirth. For Christians, the Easter egg symbolizes the resurrection of Christ.
Growing up in Pennsylvania, we made coconut and peanut butter eggs for Easter. We drove a nail into the coconut, drained the liquid, cracked it open with a hammer, cut the “meat” away from the shell and grated it for the candy.
Yet despite all that history—and the fact that I’ve been a member of First Presbyterian Church since 1988—this was the first time I helped in the “egg ministry” at the Church.
I got a turn at shaping eggs one day, and that reminded me of how much I enjoy making Easter eggs out of clay. Most of my time, however, was spent in the “wrapping department”. The wrapping brought back memories of my just-out-of-high-school experience in a shoe factory—cementing and wrapping covers over insoles.
I liked wrapping Easter eggs better than cementing and wrapping insoles.
And I liked, even more, the interaction of volunteers in all departments: making the candy, scooping it into even mounds, shaping those mounds into eggs, dipping those eggs in chocolate, and wrapping. There were specialists in covering the tables with clean paper, cutting the foil wrap, gathering left-over scraps of chocolate to be used in a cake recipe, sweeping up the floor, cleaning the equipment and crock pots used for heating the chocolate, taking orders, bagging orders, delivering eggs to businesses, waiting on customers, taking in the money and making deposits, and on and on.
And I was delighted in the devotionals each day. The messages were so relevant to the needs of the workers, and the prayers were very comforting.
Although I’d heard many good words about the volunteer candy-makers, I had not fully comprehended just how many members of the community served as volunteers. Nor did I comprehend the efficiency of those who supervised and those who worked. Each person, regardless of how long he or she had been helping in the project, seemed to find a niche and fill it without complaining or coveting another position.
Oh, yes, there were jokes about moving from one job to another and possibly getting a pay raise to go with the title change, but I never heard any serious talk of one job being better than another.
I recalled an old adage: “We’d be amazed at how much could be done if we didn’t care who got the credit.” I do believe in giving credit where credit is due, but I have purposely opted to leave out names in this “editorial”.
I also was reminded frequently as I wrapped the brightly covered foil over the chocolate-covered eggs at how much can be accomplished when the people have a mind to work. Seemed like the Bible has something to say about that.
And, it does. I thought of the book of Nehemiah. The wall around Jerusalem had been broken down, and after much persistent and heart-felt prayer, Nehemiah submitted to God’s leadership and the people to Nehemiah’s leadership and got the wall rebuilt in less than two months, despite fierce opposition and insults. It is recorded that “the people had a mind to work.”
I thought of Ecclesiastes 9:10. “Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might. . . .”
I thought of the parable of the talents. I thought of the widow’s mite.
I looked about me at people of various ages helping in the “egg ministry”. I marveled at the most senior members who came out and worked without complaint. I marveled at how, for many of these people, it was more of a blessing than a chore to be able to help.
So, you might ask as some have asked me, “What do you think now that you’ve helped make eggs this year?”
I think I’ve been humbled.