At night, I sometimes like to ask my wife to tell me a story because, as she starts to doze off, her stories become hilarious. A few days ago, I started reading Karl Barth’s Theological Method by Gordon Clark. So, yesterday, my wife told me the story of Karl Barth and the Easter Bunny. I’ll do my best to recount.
One bright Easter morning, Karl Barth was driving down the road. He wasn’t focusing on driving as much as he was focusing on developing the finer points of his theology and, to his surprise, a great bunny jumped out and laid an egg right in front of his vehicle. He slammed on the brakes, but by the time he came to a stop, the bunny lay lifeless on the hood of his car. Before the bunny drew his last breath he said: “Karl, you must promise to carry on my work here.” Before he had time to ponder, Karl felt his ears growing and felt white and pink fur all over his body. Having realized that he had been turned into a bunny, Karl Barth fled into seclusion. Although he turned back into a human the next day, he refused to lecture or preach for an entire year for fear that he might turn into a bunny on the platform.
The next Easter morning, as expected, he woke up as a giant pink and white bunny, yet he turned back into his good old self the next morning. Finally, Barth returned to his lecturing and preaching posts and even allowed himself to be seen as a bunny at subsequent Easter events. He would often be engaged at multiple Easter children’s events; appearing to the children and laying eggs for them to find.
After the story my wife said that the events in this story had been generally concealed to the public until after Karl Barth’s death. She informed me that Karl Barth’s biographer put this in the last chapter of his biography. Then she fell asleep.