{"id":872,"date":"2021-04-04T05:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-04-04T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/?p=872"},"modified":"2021-04-04T18:13:10","modified_gmt":"2021-04-05T00:13:10","slug":"easter-reflections","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/br\/2021\/04\/04\/easter-reflections\/","title":{"rendered":"Happy Easter!"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-rich is-provider-embed-handler wp-block-embed-embed-handler wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Easter: I Know That My Redeemer Lives\" width=\"525\" height=\"295\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/wZN0Gm2AnPo?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Hymn: I Know that My Redeemer Lives<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>I know that my Redeemer lives;<br>What comfort this sweet sentence gives!<br>He lives, He lives, who once was dead;<br>He lives, my ever-living Head.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>He lives to silence all my fears,<br>He lives to wipe away my tears,<br>He lives to calm my troubled heart,<br>He lives all blessings to impart.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>He lives, all glory to His name!<br>He lives, my Jesus, still the same.<br>Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives,<br>\u201cI know that my Redeemer lives!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Growing up, Easter was always a special time for my family. On Easter Sunday, my four sisters and I would attend church in our fancy (often matching) dresses. Mom would sing with the choir or play in the pit orchestra for a festive cantata. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In the evening, our parents would lead us in a time of family worship. We would sing the beautiful hymns like <a href=\"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/p\/B-558USgxsW\/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">\u201cUp From the Grave He Arose\u201d<\/a> and \u201cChrist the Lord is Risen Today.\u201d Afterwards, Dad would give a devotional on the importance of Christ\u2019s death and Resurrection to our Christian faith.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-rich is-provider-embed-handler wp-block-embed-embed-handler wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Good Friday\" width=\"525\" height=\"295\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/n1jULhiRrZU?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Of course, as a child my favorite part of the day involved candy. What kid doesn&#8217;t like to eat a giant, sugar-coated marshmallow peep? I remember waking up and hurrying downstairs to see if the Easter Bunny had filled my basket with goodies, piling it high with malted milk ball eggs, mouth-watering chocolate bunnies, and sticky yellow peeps. The Easter Bunny\u2019s jellybean hunt was a favorite, although I ate the goodies so fast very few ended up in my basket!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"alignleft size-medium\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"240\" height=\"300\" src=\"http:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Country-Bunny-18-240x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-874\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Country-Bunny-18-240x300.jpg 240w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Country-Bunny-18.jpg 318w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 240px) 100vw, 240px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>My four sisters and I loved to read the tales of the Easter Bunny, especially <em>The Country Bunny and the Little Gold Shoes<\/em> by Du Bose Heyward (1939). It&#8217;s a charming tale about a brown rabbit who dreams of becoming one of the five Easter Bunnies. Everyone tells her that this is impossible, especially because she&#8217;s a girl. She rises to the challenge and proves that she deserves to be one of the five, even as a mom of twenty-one babies!  She hops all over the world to deliver colored eggs to children, then returns home in a magical pair of golden shoes with a basket for her own babies. My sisters and I loved this story so much we would act it out. As the oldest,  I was the mother bunny, and my sisters and stuffed animals played the babies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-rich is-provider-amazon wp-block-embed-amazon\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"The Country Bunny and the Little Gold Shoes: An Easter And Springtime Book For Kids (Sandpiper Books)\" type=\"text\/html\" width=\"525\" height=\"550\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen style=\"max-width:100%\" src=\"https:\/\/read.amazon.com\/kp\/card?preview=inline&#038;linkCode=kpe&#038;ref_=k4w_oembed_rykrf3lxlne9cn&#038;asin=B00APDB6AA&#038;tag=rcdc0a-20\"><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;m amazed at the progressive nature of the book for its era. This fabulous mama showed the world that she could navigate a household and be a prominent representative in the field of &#8220;egg-delivery.&#8221; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Inspired by the mama Easter Bunny, I love to perform for services at my church, then \u201chop\u201d back home to fill my own children&#8217;s Easter baskets with goodies and hide jellybeans for the hunt. And, of course, I read them <em>The Country Bunny and the Little Gold Shoes<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"alignright size-medium\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" src=\"http:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/UTViolins-63-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-447\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/UTViolins-63-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/UTViolins-63.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>\u00a1Feliz Pascua de Resurrecci\u00f3n!<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Himno: S\u00e9 que mi Redentor vive<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>S\u00e9 que mi Redentor vive;<br>\u00a1Qu\u00e9 consuelo da esta dulce frase!<br>\u00c9l vive, \u00c9l vive, que una vez estuvo muerto;<br>\u00c9l vive, mi cabeza siempre viva.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Vive para acallar todos mis temores,<br>Vive para enjugar mis l\u00e1grimas,<br>\u00c9l vive para calmar mi coraz\u00f3n atribulado,<br>\u00c9l vive para impartir todas las bendiciones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u00c9l vive, \u00a1toda la gloria a su nombre!<br>\u00c9l vive, mi Jes\u00fas, sigue siendo el mismo.<br>Oh, la dulce alegr\u00eda que da esta frase,<br>&#8220;\u00a1S\u00e9 que mi Redentor vive!&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Cuando crec\u00ed, la Pascua siempre fue un momento especial para mi familia. El domingo de Pascua, mis cuatro hermanas y yo \u00edbamos a la iglesia con nuestros elegantes vestidos (a menudo a juego). Mi madre cantaba en el coro o tocaba en la orquesta para una cantata festiva.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Por la tarde, nuestros padres nos guiaban en un momento de adoraci\u00f3n familiar. Cant\u00e1bamos hermosos himnos como &#8220;De la tumba se levant\u00f3&#8221; y &#8220;Cristo el Se\u00f1or ha resucitado hoy&#8221;. Despu\u00e9s, pap\u00e1 daba un devocional sobre la importancia de la muerte y resurrecci\u00f3n de Cristo para nuestra fe cristiana.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Por supuesto, cuando era ni\u00f1o, mi parte favorita del d\u00eda eran los dulces. \u00bfA qu\u00e9 ni\u00f1o no le gusta comer un caramelo gigante recubierto de az\u00facar? Recuerdo que me despertaba y bajaba a toda prisa para ver si el Conejo de Pascua hab\u00eda llenado mi cesta de golosinas y la apilaba con huevos de bola de leche malteada, conejitos de chocolate que se me hac\u00edan la boca agua y peeps amarillos pegajosos. La caza de gominolas del Conejo de Pascua era una de mis favoritas, aunque me com\u00eda las golosinas tan r\u00e1pido que muy pocas acababan en mi cesta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A mis cuatro hermanas y a m\u00ed nos encantaba leer los cuentos del Conejo de Pascua, especialmente El conejo de campo y los zapatitos de oro, de Du Bose Heyward (1939). Es un cuento encantador sobre un conejo marr\u00f3n que sue\u00f1a con convertirse en uno de los cinco conejos de Pascua. Todo el mundo le dice que es imposible, especialmente porque es una ni\u00f1a. Sin embargo, ella acepta el reto y demuestra que merece ser una de las cinco, \u00a1incluso siendo madre de veinti\u00fan beb\u00e9s! Salta por todo el mundo para entregar huevos de colores a los ni\u00f1os, y luego vuelve a casa con un par de zapatos dorados m\u00e1gicos y una cesta para sus propios beb\u00e9s. A mis hermanas y a m\u00ed nos gustaba tanto esta historia que la represent\u00e1bamos. Como la mayor, yo era la mam\u00e1 conejo, y mis hermanas y los peluches hac\u00edan de beb\u00e9s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Me sorprende el car\u00e1cter progresista del libro para su \u00e9poca. Esta fabulosa mam\u00e1 demostr\u00f3 al mundo que pod\u00eda dirigir un hogar y ser una destacada representante en el campo de la &#8220;entrega de huevos&#8221;.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Inspirada por la mam\u00e1 Conejo de Pascua, me encanta actuar en los servicios de mi iglesia, y luego &#8220;saltar&#8221; de vuelta a casa para llenar las cestas de Pascua de mis propios hijos con golosinas y esconder gominolas para la caza. Y, por supuesto, les leo El conejo de campo y los zapatitos de oro.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"alignleft size-medium\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"221\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/UTViolins-98-e1580271589610-221x300.jpg\" alt=\"Ashley Rescot Valentine\" class=\"wp-image-482\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/UTViolins-98-e1580271589610-221x300.jpg 221w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/UTViolins-98-e1580271589610.jpg 306w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 221px) 100vw, 221px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Joyeuses P\u00e2ques !<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Hymne : Je sais que mon R\u00e9dempteur vit<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Je sais que mon R\u00e9dempteur est vivant ;<br>Quelle consolation que cette douce phrase !<br>Il vit, Il vit, lui qui autrefois \u00e9tait mort ;<br>Il vit, ma t\u00eate toujours vivante.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Il vit pour faire taire toutes mes craintes,<br>Il vit pour essuyer mes larmes,<br>Il vit pour calmer mon c\u0153ur troubl\u00e9,<br>Il vit pour me donner toutes les b\u00e9n\u00e9dictions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Il vit, toute la gloire \u00e0 son nom !<br>Il vit, mon J\u00e9sus, toujours le m\u00eame.<br>Oh, la douce joie que procure cette phrase,<br>&#8220;Je sais que mon R\u00e9dempteur est vivant !&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>En grandissant, P\u00e2ques a toujours \u00e9t\u00e9 un moment sp\u00e9cial pour ma famille. Le dimanche de P\u00e2ques, mes quatre s\u0153urs et moi allions \u00e0 l&#8217;\u00e9glise dans nos robes fantaisistes (souvent assorties). Maman chantait avec la chorale ou jouait dans l&#8217;orchestre de la fosse pour une cantate festive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Le soir, nos parents nous entra\u00eenaient dans un temps de culte familial. Nous chantions de beaux hymnes comme &#8220;Up From the Grave He Arose&#8221; et &#8220;Christ the Lord is Risen Today&#8221;. Ensuite, papa faisait un expos\u00e9 sur l&#8217;importance de la mort et de la r\u00e9surrection du Christ pour notre foi chr\u00e9tienne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Bien s\u00fbr, en tant qu&#8217;enfant, ma partie pr\u00e9f\u00e9r\u00e9e de la journ\u00e9e \u00e9tait les bonbons. Quel enfant n&#8217;aime pas manger une guimauve g\u00e9ante enrob\u00e9e de sucre ? Je me souviens de m&#8217;\u00eatre r\u00e9veill\u00e9e et d&#8217;avoir descendu les escaliers \u00e0 toute vitesse pour voir si le lapin de P\u00e2ques avait rempli mon panier de friandises, le remplissant d&#8217;\u0153ufs en forme de boule de lait malt\u00e9e, de lapins en chocolat app\u00e9tissants et de peeps jaunes collants. La chasse aux bonbons du lapin de P\u00e2ques \u00e9tait l&#8217;une de mes pr\u00e9f\u00e9r\u00e9es, m\u00eame si je mangeais les friandises si vite que tr\u00e8s peu se retrouvaient dans mon panier !<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mes quatre s\u0153urs et moi aimions lire les contes du lapin de P\u00e2ques, en particulier The Country Bunny and the Little Gold Shoes de Du Bose Heyward (1939). C&#8217;est un conte charmant sur un lapin brun qui r\u00eave de devenir l&#8217;un des cinq lapins de P\u00e2ques. Tout le monde lui dit que c&#8217;est impossible, surtout parce qu&#8217;elle est une fille. Elle rel\u00e8ve le d\u00e9fi et prouve qu&#8217;elle m\u00e9rite d&#8217;\u00eatre l&#8217;un des cinq lapins, m\u00eame si elle est m\u00e8re de vingt et un b\u00e9b\u00e9s ! Elle saute dans le monde entier pour livrer des \u0153ufs color\u00e9s aux enfants, puis revient chez elle dans une paire de chaussures magiques en or avec un panier pour ses propres b\u00e9b\u00e9s. Mes s\u0153urs et moi aimions tellement cette histoire que nous la mettions en sc\u00e8ne. En tant qu&#8217;a\u00een\u00e9e, j&#8217;\u00e9tais la maman lapin, et mes s\u0153urs et mes animaux en peluche jouaient les b\u00e9b\u00e9s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Je suis \u00e9tonn\u00e9e par le caract\u00e8re progressiste de ce livre pour son \u00e9poque. Cette fabuleuse maman a montr\u00e9 au monde entier qu&#8217;elle pouvait diriger un foyer et \u00eatre un repr\u00e9sentant \u00e9minent dans le domaine de la &#8220;livraison d&#8217;\u0153ufs&#8221;.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Inspir\u00e9e par la maman lapin de P\u00e2ques, j&#8217;aime me produire pour les services de mon \u00e9glise, puis &#8220;sauter&#8221; \u00e0 la maison pour remplir les paniers de P\u00e2ques de mes propres enfants avec des friandises et cacher des bonbons pour la chasse. Et, bien s\u00fbr, je leur lis Le lapin de campagne et les petits souliers d&#8217;or.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I know that my Redeemer lives;<br \/>\nWhat comfort this sweet sentence gives!<br \/>\nHe lives, He lives, who once was dead;<br \/>\nHe lives, my ever-living Head.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a1Feliz Pascua!<br \/>\nS\u00e9 que mi Redentor vive;<br \/>\n\u00a1Qu\u00e9 consuelo da esta dulce frase!<br \/>\n\u00c9l vive, \u00c9l vive, que una vez estuvo muerto;<br \/>\n\u00c9l vive, mi cabeza siempre viva.<\/p>\n<p>Joyeuses P\u00e2ques !<br \/>\nJe sais que mon R\u00e9dempteur est vivant ;<br \/>\nQuelle consolation que cette douce phrase !<br \/>\nIl vit, Il vit, lui qui autrefois \u00e9tait mort ;<br \/>\nIl vit, ma t\u00eate toujours vivante.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":447,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[15,19],"tags":[64],"class_list":["post-872","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-about-the-artist","category-holidays","tag-easter"],"translation":{"provider":"WPGlobus","version":"3.0.2","language":"br","enabled_languages":["en","es","fr","de","it","br"],"languages":{"en":{"title":true,"content":true,"excerpt":true},"es":{"title":false,"content":false,"excerpt":false},"fr":{"title":false,"content":false,"excerpt":false},"de":{"title":false,"content":false,"excerpt":false},"it":{"title":false,"content":false,"excerpt":false},"br":{"title":false,"content":false,"excerpt":false}}},"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/br\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/872","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/br\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/br\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/br\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/br\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=872"}],"version-history":[{"count":14,"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/br\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/872\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3056,"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/br\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/872\/revisions\/3056"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/br\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/447"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/br\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=872"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/br\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=872"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/br\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=872"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}