That was the tagline at the end of a TV commercial I saw recently. I started laughing. Nancy stared at me. I often start laughing. randomly. For no particular reason. She just looks at me.
This time I explained.
“Jesus would have liked that,” I said.”An Easter that cost less.”
When Jesus went Easter shopping, he didn’t have much. No home, no place to decorate.
And while his disciples were all focused on the sales, he kept looking at the sales clerks–minimum wage, worrying about the bills, needing hope.
While the Marys were pricing jelly bird eggs and Cadbury caramel eggs, he kept thinking about the little kids with baskets searching everywhere for the eggs they hoped would be delightful, but would be gone quickly.
While Martha was figuring out how much beef roast to fix because for some reason there wasn’t any ham available anywhere, Jesus was thinking about scapegoats and sacrifice lambs.
Peter’s mother-in-law, being somewhat old school, was looking for an Easter bonnet. Jesus stopped for a moment in the garden center, looking at the roses, thinking about the thorns.
James and John started talking about going fishing Sunday afternoon. Jesus let them talk, knowing that that they would be fishing soon, but not this Sunday.
Judas was at the service desk, finding out if they could use the non-profit tax exempt certificate for everything they were buying. Jesus was looking at his hands, knowing that everything would be covered, soon, but with no discount.
They all gathered by the shopping carts where the greeter checked their receipts.
“Wow! You saved a lot for Easter,” he commented.
“I know,” Jesus replied.
The greeter looked up. “But you don’t have any bags.”
“I know,” Jesus said.
“Aren’t you going to do any more shopping?” he asked.
Jesus smiled. “It’s finished,” he said.