Sunday, April 4, 2010
Oh.. why so this surprise egg again???? And why the same pictures again?
Well, I didn't do anything special for this special day. To gastronomically celebrate this special day, a simple food is all that is needed, no big feast, no roasts.
Eggs. Usually hardboiled. But you can do them anyway as you wish. Just that when hardboiled, it's easier to distribute.
So why eggs?
Eggs are a symbol of new life.
The new life that God gave us after He arose from the grave.
Let me share with you my favourite Easter Hymn, sang at almost every Easter Morning Service
He Arose (Low in the Grave, He Lay)
Low in the grave he lay, Jesus my Savior,
waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord!
Up from the grave he arose;
with a mighty triumph o'er his foes;
he arose a victor from the dark domain,
and he lives forever, with his saints to reign.
He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!
2. Vainly they watch his bed, Jesus my Savior,
vainly they seal the dead, Jesus my Lord!
3. Death cannot keep its prey, Jesus my Savior;
he tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord
And the church, Kampar Wesley where I grew up in, had this tradition of making a huge frangipanni cross.
It's one of the awaited events of the year. One day before Easter, in the afternoon, each of us will get our bicycles or motorbikes, and scout around town for frangipanni trees. And with permission, we will pick whatever is on the floor, or that we can reach with the trees.
The flowers are then brought back to the church compound, cleaned, and poked through with a toothpick, acting like a pin.
We then prepare a bamboo cross, wrapped up with weeds, the weeds act like a base to poke the flowers in.
Then we arrange all the frangpannis in, sometimes with some added alamandas, or roses. And we're all geared up for Easter Morning Service.
I don't have any pictures to show you how the cross looks like, but this blog has http://cheerioet.wordpress.com/2008/03/24/easter/
The easter flower cross is larger than a regular human. Almost 10 feet tall.
I want to wish all of my readers,