Yesterday was the Orthodox Easter. In Romania, they have two Easters because the Orthodox and the Catholics use different calendars. I have talked about this on my blog before. The Orthodox use the Julian Calendar that only has 10 months, and the Catholics and the rest of the world use the Gregorian Calendar that has 12 months. Easter is a holiday that we have a pretty good approximation of when the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus took place, but time is still time, and perhaps not an exact Science because often the Orthodox and Catholic Easters are one week or even two weeks apart. This year, the Orthodox Easter was one week after the Easter the rest of the world celebrates. That is why the Romanians were having an Easter eggs painting session yesterday instead of last week. They were teaching us how to paint Easter eggs the Romanian way.
I was a little late because I went to church, had lunch, then taught a Bible class before I went, but I wasn’t too late. If you don’t know about Romanian Easter eggs, you really should. They are some of the most beautiful Easter eggs in the world. One of the things Romania majors in is Easter and Easter eggs. Saturday night, many of them who were painting Easter eggs were at the Orthodox church in the middle of the night. Many have fasted for 40 days before Easter. They call their eggs Red eggs, not Easter eggs. Red symbolizes the blood of Christ, and among all the elaborately painted eggs, they always have a red eggs set aside because red eggs are considered special. If you haven’t read the story of how we got Easter eggs, look back through my blogs a bit, and the Romanian story of where Easter eggs came from is there. I was surprised and happy because they had me stand up and tell the story during the Easter egg painting. It is a great story to hear because the tradition of painting Easter eggs didn’t come from some pagan tradition, but from Christian tradition.
These are some of the pictures that were on the wall from the Romanian Easter eggs museum.
Everyone was working hard on their eggs.
The Romanian ladies provided us with plastic eggs, models of what we could do, paint, pencils, and magic markers. I didn’t pay because I wasn’t sure I could go because I was teaching a Bible class, but I went there directly after my Bible class, and I made it on time to join them. They decided to give me a couple of eggs to paint anyway. I only decorated one, and I had a hard time getting the paint out of tube, so I gave up and only did mine in magic marker. I didn’t have a lot of patience because I was already tired from a busy day until then, but my daughter really took her time and did a good job. It was a good lesson for all of us.
They had place Romanian pottery all around the room for us to see to give us more of the feel of Romania. When I lived in Sibiu, Romania, there was a big pottery fair in Sibiu with traditional pottery designs from all over Romania.
There were more than Romanians there. There were some Americans at the table next to me, and the little boy at the table wanted to spend all his time talking to me. He was seven years old, and it was his birthday! He had a shinny dinosaur on his shirt he was so proud of! Behind me, there was a French/Romanian high school girl who talked to me for a bit. She could only speak English and French, and had never lived in Romania and couldn’t speak Romanian. One of my professor friends from KCU was at the table next to me with his mother and sister. He was so happy for me to meet his mother and sister, and they were happy because they couldn’t speak English or Romanian, and they found someone they could talk to when they met me. They only spoke Korean. My friend, Hanul, and my daughter, Winter, were at the table with me. My Romanian friend, Mariana, was one of the hostesses. There was a Romanian lady there I keep running into at Romanian functions who is married to a Korean. We have run into one another so much that we ended up exchanging phone numbers and promising to get together some time. There was also a girl from India who was painting eggs, and her eggs looked beautiful, like a professional did it, and she used Indian designs. She had the same designs on her arm done in henna. The woman who owned the place the egg painting took place was actually from Haiti.
They put a slide show on the wall where Mariana had taken pictures of Easter eggs at an Easter eggs museum the last time she was in Romania. They had lots of designs to choose from. They gave us a piece of paper with suggestions of designs.
We all enjoyed ourselves, and some of them made themselves some really pretty eggs! Next Easter, my daughter and I will be using some of the techniques they showed us.