Innocence of Eggs (An Easter Story)

The fat hen opened one eye and glared at her husband, “What’s a-a-all that ru-ru-ruckus?” she clucked. 

The rooster pulled his head out from under his wing and stretched his neck toward the wall. “I’ll g-g-go see,” he replied and fluffed his feathers against the cool desert night. 

With a few awkward flaps, he crested the stone and mortar wall and looked down into the courtyard. “I-i-i-it looks as i-i-if they’re br-br-bringing a cr-cr-criminal to the high pr-pr-priest,” he reported to his wife. Before he could turn around to return to their warm nest, the hen was beside him, feathers equally fluffed against the coolness. “Th-th-the eggs!” the rooster reprimanded. 

The hen shrugged and stretched her neck as far as it could go toward the gathering crowd. “I wa-wa-want to see this,” she cackled in reply. 

The majority of the crowd moved into the building, but a number of people remained outside in the courtyard, building a charcoal fire to keep warm.

While the gathering outside remained peacefully quiet, there was a rising ruckus within the building. The rooster fluttered to an open window to witness the scene inside. The sounds of buffets and cries of “Prophesy!” drifted through the window where the cockerel sat. The glint of battle and bloodlust sparkled in the bird's eyes. 

At that moment, a woman left the building on some errand. Spotting the small group gathered near the fire, she eyed one of them closely and remarked, “You also were with Yeshua (Jesus) of Nazareth.” 

The indicated man shook his head vehemently, shrugging his head deeper into his head-cloth. “I neither know nor understand what you are saying,” he replied defensively. 

Seeing a seed of potential for more conflict and violence, the rooster alighted onto the courtyard wall and crowed, “His words are tr-tr-tr-tr-TRUE!” 

The hen was shocked. She knew as well as her husband that those words were a lie. Could his desire for a fight drive him to this? She kept silent, for she didn’t want the fight brought to her nest. What would her friends and neighbors say? No, it’s best to stay silent and let the fight go on elsewhere. She turned her attention back toward the fire. 

The woman spoke to the others; gesturing to the man claiming, “This is one of them.” 

Again, the man denied it. 

By now the rooster was hopping from foot to foot; a wicked gleam in his eyes as he watched the scene unfold below. 

One of the others turned toward the man and added, “Surely you are one of them, for you are also a Galilean.” 

The accused man began to curse and swear at the others gathered around the fire. “I do NOT know this man you are talking about!” he shouted at them. 

With glee, the rooster tossed up his head and crowed again, “His words are tr-tr-tr-tr-TRUE!” 

And the hen remained silent. 

Upon hearing the rooster’s crow a second time, the man paused as if poleaxed and then broke down and wept, fleeing from the courtyard in tears. 

The rooster and hen did not see what became of that man, for at that moment, an angel of the Lord wrapped in the brilliance of Heaven appeared before them both.

Turning wrathful eyes to the rooster, the angel proclaimed, “Because you have crowed such blasphemy not once, but twice, you shall not live to see another sunrise.” Then the angel's glare fixed upon the hen. “Because you knew his words were false and you did and said nothing, you shall also never see another morning.” 

In her horror, the hen finally remembered her nest of eggs cooling in the night air. “I-i-i-if I go, wh-wh-who will ca-ca-care for our ch-ch-chicks? Wi-wi-without one of us he-he-here, how wi-wi-will they sur-sur-survive?” 

The angel’s eyes moved to where the nest lay at the foot of the courtyard wall, and the wrath in those eyes became tempered with mercy. “Your chicks are innocent of these crimes. The children need no longer bear the burden of the sins of the parent. So I will take these with me and they will be kept safe.” With these words, the angel gathered up the eggs, nest and all and vanished. What became of them, neither the hen nor the rooster knew, for they did not see the next sunrise. 

On the very next Sunday morning, however, someone very special walked out of a lonely tomb into the rosy light just before sunrise. Nearby, a rabbit nibbled quietly on some greens. This rabbit paused and shyly approached Him. The fact that His feet were pierced, as were the hands that lovingly petted, did not disturb this rabbit at all. 

The man smiled and said to the rabbit, “Because you are the very first of My Father’s creatures to greet me this day, I have a very special task for you.” 

As He straightened, an angel appeared at His side. In the angel's hands was the nest full of eggs, but with additional branches woven in an arc over it.

The Man took the basket and gave it to the rabbit saying, “The world is full of children as innocent as these eggs.

"I ask that you bring these eggs to children everywhere. Do this every year, in memory of this morning.

"In their joy of innocence, they know Me. But as their innocence fades, they must strive to seek Me, for the world will try to hide Me from their eyes.

"So you must hide the eggs so the children must seek them. Perhaps in this way, when their innocence fades, they will remember these mornings and seek me with the same enthusiasm and joy in their hearts. Do this in memory of Me.”