I’m always looking for fun family activities around these parts. It’s hard to find things that all ages will get into. And when I stumble upon them, I open them up to the church.
Because that’s my job.
(And if I’ve not mentioned how much I love my job, let me just reiterate that now. Seriously. I am so blessed.)
I came across the idea of “egging” a month or two ago via this blog post. I fell in love with the idea, shot the link to my two partners in ministry crime, who also loved the idea, and I added it to the church calendar.
Do you know how much fun it is to stand up in front of the congregation and tell them you’re taking the children to egg houses? Even better is when it just says that we’re egging houses in the bulletin. I like to get them talking!
Anywho, our plan was set in motion.
Since the gal I borrowed the idea from appeared to egg the houses of those she knew, I wanted ours to have a more ministry feel, but at the same time be loads of fun.
So, we set a goal of 20 houses. We reached out to the congregation and asked if they knew of anyone who would appreciate this gesture. Our goal wasn’t to reach the lost or the homebounds – rather to be led by the Spirit in where we should egg.
Additionally, we didn’t want to egg too many people who knew what we were up to as we wanted this to be a blessing and a surprise!
One member of our church mentioned it had been years since she’d hunted eggs (she’s in her 70s) so we made a mental note and added her to our list. We had one family in the community who lost their wife/mother about this time last year and so they were added to our list.
Other than that, the rules were fairly simple… drive along, attempt to find houses where no one is home (I didn’t want my kids getting shot at!), hide eggs and move on to the next house.
And it was.
Prior to the egging I collected eggs an goodies. These eggs were filled with candy that wouldn’t melt, little treats, notes, and of course, there’s one empty egg – that’s the purpose! To remind them of the season!
The day of the egging I had the kids make up their bags and put one empty egg, 11 filled eggs and a “You’ve Been Egged” poster. (This last part is imperative. And I didn’t check before we left the church. My little ones forgot the posters in some of them, so we had to go back to the church…)
We divided into groups and set out – again – go where the Spirit leads you.
This was a harder concept for some to grasp. When we do our RACKing (Random Acts of Christmas Kindness), we have specific places that we’re targeting. The drivers (and other adults) were instructed to let the kids figure out where to stop.
And we were off.
The hubs and I had the two elementary kids (and Thing 1 joined us halfway through.) They were so comical. We kept telling them that they needed to hide and run, but the were so meticulous about finding the perfect hiding space for their eggs and making sure they each got to hide six eggs at each house.
And the tape, wind and sign tied them up quite a bit, so that became my job.
Once we finished the few houses of people we knew, and started targeting houses based on whether or not it looked like anyone was home, it became even more fun.
Because you know how much fun it is to be doing something secret and trying not to get caught. We’d roll up to a house, the kids would pile out of the car (and take forever while the hubs is yelling “hurry up!” because I’m sure his experience of egging is very different from what we were attempting to accomplish.)
They’d get back in the car and we’d go on to the next spot.
Our group got caught once… the homeowners pulled in the driveway as the kids were hiding the last egg so of course, I went over and introduced myself.
They seemed less than thrilled with what we were doing until I mentioned there were treats in the eggs. The wife’s eyes perked up and said, “oh good! Chocolate.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell her there was only non-meltable candy strewn about her yard.
One of the kids had a great idea for a house of someone in the community we knew but when we pulled in their driveway, there was already a sign on the door. They had been egged by the other group. (And this happened to them as well… so it was neat to see where the kids’ minds were thinking alike.)
Our neighbors passed us on the road, and so we high tailed it for their house. After we finished there, we thought about the man who walks his dog every day, several times a day, and went toward his house. We weren’t sure which house they lived in, but as God would have it, they were sitting in their driveway getting ready to go somewhere. So we hid in the car on around the corner until we saw them leave.
Just like a real stakeout. Complete with out own getaway driver!
It was so cool.
And then, there was just one bag left. As we’re driving we approached the house of a couple who go to our church, but he’s been so sick lately, they’ve not been able to come.
Their house sits way off the road and halfway down their little private road I saw they were home. I instructed the hubs to not pull all the way up to the house and told the kids to go hard and fast, being as quiet as possible.
By this time, we are experts at covert operations and the kids (and adults) were really getting into it.
We quietly snuck down the rest of their long driveway. The kids stayed low under the windows hiding the eggs while I headed to the door they use most to hang the sign. Not three minutes later, I hear Thing 4 in her loudest whisper, “Move out! Move out!”
And we all ran back to the car.
We reconvened at the church and shared our stories. One group got to see the kids at one house hunting for the eggs after they got home and LOVED seeing their excitement.
Remember the member of our congregation who mentioned she’d not hunted eggs in years? When she got home, she called to tell me how much fun she and her husband had hunting eggs. Her voice was that of a five year old who had just done the same thing.
Our goal of being a blessing was reached and the kids (and adults) can’t wait to do it again next year!