The Easter Bunny Cake

Easter time brings many memories to mind.  One year my mom decided to bake an Easter cake for our pastor.  She looked and looked for the perfect Easter bunny cake mold.  Having found one at a department store she labored the Saturday before Easter to make her Easter gift just right.  She loved Brother Evie.  She was so proud of her cake until I entered the kitchen.

Now, you are thinking that I said something about the Easter bunny having absolutely nothing to do with the Resurrection.  Well, that was not the case.  The bunny is a sign of fertility and roots in the Easter tradition, but not the Resurrection.  Eggs are another symbol of fertility and the chicks are cute, but they have little to do with Jesus and the empty tomb.  The chocolate bunnies and eggs are good and my Angela loves those sugar peeps each year.  Chocolate and sugar add pounds, but they do not give the hope of the Resurrection.  I could have lectured her on this, but I did not.

As Paul Harvey would say, “Now the rest of the story.”  I entered the kitchen and saw momma icing a long-eared bunny that had a bowtie.  I asked momma, “Where did you get the Playboy Bunny?”

Momma, innocent, replied, “What is a playboy bunny?  Your sister and brothers asked the same thing.”  Momma warned us never to look at what she called dirty magazines.  She knew about the magazine, but never associated the bunny with an adult magazine.

What momma saw was a cute little Easter bunny dressed in his Easter suit of black tuxedo, white shirt, and black bowtie.  She was clueless to his symbolic meaning to the magazine and its revealing and degrading contents. 

When I explained the magazine to her, she was embarrassed and shocked.  She was embarrassed that she was going to give it to the preacher and shocked that her not so innocent children knew too much about the bunny.

After I did a whole lot of explaining, momma, with the hands of a skilled plastic surgeon, redesigned the voyeuristic bunny into one more appropriate for the occasion.  He became an innocent little Easter bunny.  Our pastor, for many years, never knew that the cute little bunny had experienced an Easter transformation of his own.  Brother Evie and his family enjoyed momma’s labor of love. 

And as we have borne the image of the earthly, we shall also bear the image of the heavenly.  Now this I say, brethren, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God; neither doth corruption inherit incorruption.  Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.  For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.  So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory.  O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?  The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.  But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.  Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord. (I Corinthians 15:49-58 KJV)

I am thankful for the transformation that Jesus does in our lives.

Bro. Bobby (Philippians 1:6)