Easter- that’s a novel idea!

So hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of years ago today the Father of Christianity arose from the grave and ascended to the heavens alone without holding a major grudge against humanity for their insolence.

And hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of years later- today I arose from bed and ascended to the laundry mat alone holding dirty drawers and a major grudge against humanity for my current circumstances.

See the similarities?


Take it easy now…I can already hear the peanut gallery shouting “Blasphemy !!!” from the very tops of their soap box pulpits. Before jumping to conclusions and resorting to name calling (or crucifixion) lets take a closer look at how the world spins shall we? My above rant, when really read says “I’m so tired of spending the holidays alone”. It’s a pity party- plain, simple. It’s about me, not the holiday.

But we can’t have the peanut gallery shouting “Blasphemy” for nothing now can we? So I’ll give you honest blasphemy.

A couple thousand years ago a man was hung from a cross to die a slow and agonizing death. And for what? An idea. A concept. A way of life that was meant to end all wars and unite all peoples. A gentle thought process that would later be so twisted by world leaders- devotion (or lack of devotion) to it would start tremendous wars. Millions upon millions would die. Which is exactly what that man on that cross was there trying to avoid. Sounds blasphemous to me.

And how is appreciation for that horror expressed? By marrying it somewhere along the line. A truly beautiful Pagan holiday known as Ostara was tossed into the mix by high officials in an attempt to force conversion. Forced conversion. Heh, sounds stupid doesn’t it? Forcing people to convert to a gentle and kind thought process and lifestyle when they’ve already found one. So now we’ve got the crucifixion/resurrection and Ostara all mixed up together. The result? A nifty little holiday called Easter! We wake to baskets filled with chocolate depictions of rabbits nested in fake grass, go to church to watch the sunrise- symbolic of Christ rising from his tomb, come home to hunt hard boiled and dyed eggs in our backyards- symbolic of fertility and spring and then finalize the celebration by sacrificing a pig errr, I mean, dining upon spiral sliced honey baked ham!- symbolic of the last supper. (isn‘t there something in the Bible about eating animals with cloven hooves?)

So now the question that begs to be asked…Are we doing proper justice to and respectfully honoring both holidays by allowing them to converge in upon one another or during that convergence have we lost the true meaning and beauty in both?

If we’re dealing in spiritual principals rather than dogmatic particulars- I’d like to think we’re getting the best of both.

So, Happy Day to you…I’ve got laundry to do.