To me, the Easter
Bunny symbolizes God's method of scattering gifts, like Easter eggs,
which we must seek out, recognize, and collect. As our baskets get
full, we become closer to God and an understanding of His miracles. Many of his
gift eggs are discovered by children, and in dreams. We must never
dismiss these discoveries, as God loves to speak to us through
children and through dreams.
In this "information age" more of God's gift eggs have become easier to
Easter egg for your basket.
Peace is Akiane (pronounced ah-kee-ah-nah) Kramarik's portrait
of Jesus after he was crucified and resurrected.
Child prodigy Akiane painted this image, titled
Peace when she was only eight years old. The result is
striking portrait of Jesus Christ
In the book
"Heaven is for Real", four year old Colton Burpo tells his dad
how he went to heaven after slipping from consciousness during
emergency surgery. There he met Jesus and sat on his lap. Colton,
who had never met Akiane, then identified this image from many he
was shown as the "right"
picture of Jesus.
Homeschooled and self-taught in painting, Akiane
has seen her artwork exhibited around the world since she
was 10. She was born on July 9, 1994 in Mount Morris, Illinois. Her
mother and father were atheist. They did not attend church or pray.
Akiane says that she first met God when she was three, and that her
art is inspired by visions that God provides in her dreams.
A Christian lady
had called from Europe soon after Akiane was born, excitedly telling
her parents what an incredible future was in store for their
daughter. Since they were not believers, they did not take the
woman’s passionate prophecy seriously at the time.
spirituality as a search for love, beauty, happiness and wisdom.
Spirituality is a journey that we never finish.”
~Akiane Kramarik, at 17 Years old.
My personal journey
began on January 22, 1973 in a dream about two politicians. (Oddly,
I was not much interested in politics nor the scoundrel in my
dream). In fact, I rarely was able to remember dreaming at
I was surprised at
the clarity of detail in this one when I woke up that morning 42
years ago near Santa Barbara. In my dream I was in a large country
style kitchen with a big wood screen door. I "knew" the place
belonged to Barry Goldwater. (No, I've never met him and I don't
know if Mr Goldwater ever had such a kitchen.) With me was a
friend named Don. Outside the screen door was a sidewalk that
extended out alongside a garage to a street. Several cars pulled up
and began unloading passengers. Among them was President Lyndon
Johnson. He began striding up the sidewalk toward the door
with his entourage of several people following behind him.
I turned to Don and
said "Isn't it odd that Barry Goldwater isn't here to greet the
President?" I turned back to the doorway as people started coming
in, but Lyndon Johnson was not among them.
Then I woke up.
Since it was unusual
for me to remember a dream, I decided to share it with several
friends around the coffee pot. We lived in a big, spread-out two story
farm house shared by as many people or couples as there were
bedrooms. I had spent the night on the couch. We all had a good
laugh at my dream because, after all, who dreams about politicians??
I decided to go
downtown into Santa Barbara to share my dream with my friend Don who lived
there with his grandparents. I walked in the front door and
laughingly commented that I'd had a dream about Lyndon Johnson.
Don's grandmother's jaw dropped and she said "Didn't you hear, Bill?
Lyndon Johnson died last night."
When I returned to the farm house, everyone else had heard too. As
we talked, Candy wandered into the living room to monkey with the TV
which hadn't been working lately. "Hey, I got the TV working!" she shouted.
We all got up in amazement to go stare. As we
gathered, the first words from the announcer were "And tonight, on
the Johnny Carson show, guest Barry Goldwater will talk about his
old friend Lyndon Johnson."
Well, that was it for me. Everyone was staring. I didn't want to talk about it for a
while. I had to go find a quiet place to sit. It was a dream that
changed my way of looking at things forever.
was the first egg in my basket.
One late afternoon, around 4:00, my wife Susan needed to get some flowers for an
upcoming occasion. Shopping is about a 30 minute drive from where we
live in the country. When we returned from town my young son Sky
told us that my Uncle Bob, my Dad's brother, had called and would
call back around eight o'clock. Uncle Bob lived two time zones away
in Ohio. Sky told us that Uncle Bob had asked him about school and
how he was doing there, and had asked about the family.
Eight o'clock came and went and there was no call from Uncle Bob.
The next day another relative in Ohio called to tell me that Uncle
Bob had passed away the previous morning, several hours before the
A BUREAUCRACY, LIKE ANY
LIVING ORGANISM, MUST CONSUME TO SURVIVE.
DON'T LET IT CONSUME YOU.