God &The Easter Bunny

      May 10, 2014      Bill Fairbanks

 

 

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 find.

Here's an Easter egg for your basket.

Prince of 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 Prince of Peace when she was only eight years old. The result is this 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.

“I define 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 all.

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.

That was the first egg in my basket.

The second egg

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 phone call. 

A BUREAUCRACY, LIKE ANY LIVING ORGANISM, MUST CONSUME TO SURVIVE.
DON'T LET IT CONSUME YOU.

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