“Easter Kites,” Friend, April 2025, 4–5.
Easter Kites
“The kites in the air remind us that Jesus Christ was resurrected,” Colin said.
A true story from Bermuda.
Colin tied two long pieces of wood together to make his kite. Then he looped string tightly around the outside of the kite to make it strong. Now it was time to add the colorful paper.
Uncle Ladd pointed to his own kite. “Am I doing this right?”
“Yeah. Now pull the strings tight,” Colin said.
“And choose some cloth for the tail,” said Alec, Colin’s younger brother. He pointed to the strips of cloth on the table. “That helps it fly.”
Colin and his family were making kites for Good Friday. Good Friday was a big holiday in Bermuda. It was the Friday before Easter. Everyone celebrated by going to the beach to fly their kites. Uncle Ladd was visiting Colin’s family. He had never made a kite before.
“Why do you fly kites on Good Friday?” Uncle Ladd asked. He chose red and blue paper for his kite.
“The kites flying in the air remind us that Jesus Christ was resurrected,” Colin said. “He went to be with Heavenly Father again. So we will all be resurrected someday.”
Alec nodded. “Everyone in Bermuda flies kites to celebrate.”
“What’s your favorite part?” Uncle Ladd asked.
Colin chose some colored paper. “I like that it brings us closer to God. And we get to spend time with family and friends.”
“I like that so many people celebrate together,” Alec said.
On Good Friday, Colin and his family went to the beach. They took their kites, fish cakes, and hot cross buns.
There were already lots of people at the beach. Colorful kites filled the sky. The wind blew everyone’s hair around, and the bright blue sky matched the color of the ocean. It was a perfect day for kite flying!
They sat on the beach to eat. The fish cakes were warm, and the hot cross buns were soft. Colin and Alec waved at friends walking by.
Then they walked with Uncle Ladd down the beach. Colin held his kite tightly. He had to run and try a few times before the wind picked up the kite and held it in the air. He watched his colorful kite dance in the breeze.
“I’m glad Jesus lives again,” Alec said.
Colin stared up at his kite and smiled. “Me too.”
Illustrations by Tatsiana Burgaud