The First Easter Egg Hunt
Well not technically, but this was the first year that Crossroads put on an egg hunt that the children actually had to hunt for the eggs. Determined not to cancel, a small number of volunteers waited 2.5 hours in white out conditions to serve the community. If you weren’t there, you missed out. WLEN was broadcasting live that we were still a GO right up til the start. (Thank you Sweetheart, I love you Radio Guy!) I know that the community was blessed because my husband who is, the Radio Guy, told me of the several calls he recieved from people who attended the hunt and had a blast!
It won’t likely be forgotten anytime soon. I mean seriously, how often do you get to dig for colored eggs in nearly ten inches of snow? One little boy where I was stationed with the 3 and 4 year olds, began to cry the minute he he heard the word fire. He didn’t care that the rest of the word was truck, he was upset and there was no calming him. As much as dad or I tried. Our tape broke early and the orderly group flooded the field. Well, not little Derrick, he stood frozen and crying as his dad collected eggs for him. Our orders were to pay particular attention to any child who was crying. I did my job and attended to Derrick. Derrick ended up in my arms for the majority of the hunt and I’m glad for the chance to have been there for him, even if my arms are a tad sore from holding a preschooler in a snowsuit a little longer than I physically should have. Maybe his dad will remember the caring concern shown for his child, and one day when he needs to be consoled, he will choose Crossroads as the place to meet Jesus for himself.
Serving Him… Cat
