Yesterday I went to an easter egg hunt with my little girl (who is 18 months old). We were excited (she loves the colored eggs and hasn’t figured out that they hold candy yet). The event was poorly organized (one of my pet peeves) but we were having fun anyway, after all, we were there for the kids…or were we?

As soon as the whistle blew two things struck me. First, I was running, I’m not sure why, but everyone else was, so I figured I should. The second was that all the other parents were not only running, but were hoarding the eggs once they got to them. Apparently these parents didn’t get the memo that the egg hunt was actually intended for the kids and that they should let kids pick up the eggs.

So there I was, watching my little girl get her 14 eggs, while next to her, a mom is on her hands and knees shoveling eggs into her son’s basket and screaming “come on boo-boo” at the poor kid so he would pick up his eggs faster. It was a sad affair.

This is a startling visualization of the selfishness of man, which stands in contrast to the selfless gift of Jesus that we celebrate on Good Friday. So, I have to stop and ask myself, in what areas of my life am I selfish? I might not be hording eggs so that my kid wins some Grand (dinky) prize, but I might be hording my time and money that could go to charity.

Human nature is selfish; spiritual nature (in Christ) is not. On this day, when we celebrate such an amazing gift, where do you line up?