This is about as crafty as I get, friends. A foam ring and some tooth picks.
I saw this idea on another site and thought we would try it. Beginning at Lent, every night at dinner, Evangeline would remind us to get out our “Thorn of Crowns” and then we would proceed to go around the table and each stick a single toothpick in to symbolize a sin from that day.
Remembering and Confessing.
Sometimes they came to mind quite quickly and I probably could have used a good 5-10 toothpicks, other days I had to rack my brain (or get friendly reminders from my family).
Even with skipping a few nights, it didn’t take long for this crown to be difficult to handle.
If you grabbed for it the wrong way you would get pricked, and the closer to Easter we got the more dangerous the crown became and we actually had to keep it up away, out of the kids’ reach, lest a lenten stabbing occur.
Sharp, prickly, dangerous, damaging. Our sin.
But the toothpicks just kept accumulating. More and more. Our sin.
We placed our final toothpick in on that Good Friday night and remembered.
When Jesus came out wearing the crown of thorns and the purple robe, Pilate said to them, “Here is the man!” As soon as the chief priests and their officials saw him, they shouted, “Crucify! Crucify!”
This morning, Easter morning, the kids woke up to something new on the crown.
“Don’t be alarmed,” he said. “You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen!
Today has been a bummer of an Easter. Fevers have kept us from church and family. Spiffy spring dresses lost out to pajamas. Tylenol and VaporRub bring more comfort than brunch and none of us can stop coughing long enough to get through a hymn.
But while Christ wore a Crown of Thorns, we wear forgiveness.
Toothpicks have been thrown in the trash, New Life has come.
Although sickness plagues our home, death has lost it’s sting.
And, I feel like supermom for actually starting and finishing a project with my kids. That’s worth something, right?