Some things from childhood, you remember always.
When I was little, someone teaching a Bible lesson showed me how to make a cross from a piece of paper, using only one straight cut of a scissors. I thought it was so neat that I never forgot it. Last Sunday, my life came full circle in this small way, that I was able to share the trick with a Sunday school class of children who had never seen it before. I loved watching their faces light up.
There are multiple tutorials online for how to cut a cross with a single cut, and how to use the extra scraps to spell words, like LIFE for what Jesus brought us. Here’s a simple how-to – it’s a very easy fold-and-cut process, only four folds. (Tutorial starts at 31 seconds.)
What I didn’t see online is the other step my teacher showed me long ago, how to fit the extra scraps around the cross to flesh out the crucifixion story. So here’s that too.
Maybe the child in your life will like this as much as mine did.
We made a new candy last night, for Easter, and it’s even a somewhat healthy candy. Almost. I found a new recipe offline, as my teens and I joke (because it sounds so much cooler than online and because I like mocking my own generation sometimes). (Technically “we” don’t joke. I joke. They roll their eyes.)
Where was I? Oh yes. Recipe.
We used milk chocolate instead of dark. I love dates but I’ve never pitted them before, which is silly because the pits practically fall out of the date; somehow I thought it would be hard to do, like an olive. Now I’m going to buy Medjool dates more often than I should.
The candies were even yummier than I hoped they would be.
We cut up two or three to eat, but the rest we are saving strictly for Easter Sunday with my extended family. Even my children who “don’t like dates” loved them. I can’t wait to share them with more foodies.
I know I’m being a lazy blogger, showing you stuff other people have done instead of doing it all myself, the recipes and tutorials and things. But hey. The world is more accommodating to lazy people than it used to be. And for a woman learning to abdicate, it’s not a bad practice. Resting builds muscle.
May your Easter be peaceful, lit from within.