It’s hard to believe that Easter is this Sunday. The weather is just right for it, of course, with bees buzzing and flowers blooming, but with everyone cloistered away in their respective hovels, it sure doesn’t feel like the joyous, victorious Easter season.
Some perspective helps, though. Other people in other times have endured far worse at Easter. Just last year saw the Sri Lankan church bombings, a despicable act that itself came on the heels on the disastrous Notre Dame fire. It’s surprising—even though it shouldn’t be by now—that we’ve largely forgotten about those two terrible occurrences, both acts of Islamist terror—religious war (it’s a bit unclear in the case of Notre Dame—which ISIS overtly tried to attack in 2016—but come now).
There was also the 1975 Hamilton, Ohio “Easter Massacre,” a brutal family shooting in which Jimmy Rupert murdered his massive family of eleven in cold blood (it was so grisly, one website considers the house where the mass murder occurred haunted).
So, all things considered, staying home and watching horror movies isn’t all that bad (perhaps even a tad apropos). Still, it isn’t all that Easter-y.
In 1885, Czar Alexander III of Russia presented his wife with a gorgeous Easter surprise: a Fabergé egg. The egg held within it a golden hen, inside of which was a ruby pendant.
The Empress Maria Feodorovna loved the gift so much—and Czar Alexander was so taken by the egg, too—that her husband continued to commission a new egg each Easter, a tradition which the Empress’s son, the unhappy and unfortunate Czar Nicholas II, continued until those dirty Bolsheviks ruined everything for everyone.
Today, the Hillwood Museum hosts the Catherine the Great Easter Egg, which Marjorie Post, the heiress to the Post cereal fortune, added to her personal collection of French artwork. The collection also houses the 1896 Twelve Monogram Egg, commemorating the life and death of Alexander III.
The intricacy and beauty of Fabergé eggs is legendary, in part because of the tradition Czar Alexander III began in 1885. But The Epoch Times notes that in Russia, “the tradition of gifting Easter eggs was started long before Fabergé. Everyone would prepare eggs to give to family members or staff: from the simplest painted chicken eggs or wooden eggs, to crystal or elaborate eggs—the most elaborate eggs being, of course, those by Fabergé….”
Indeed, the eggs proved (at least, fictitiously) addictive to blues saxophone legend Bleeding Gums Murphy:
Easter, of course, is about the Resurrection of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. But these Fabergé eggs are surely a wonderful tribute—albeit a pale, dim reflection of His Shining Light—to Christ’s Glory.
Still, I don’t think any of us would object if we found one of these beauties amid the plastic eggs in this weekend’s Easter Egg hunt.