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Easter. How do you celebrate/What does it mean to you?
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When I was a child mom and dad would do Easter egg hunts with little clues to our baskets. I remember the purple cellophane wrapped on my basket to this day, and mom still has our baskets. Last year she bought me some chocolate and did one up because my brother was home with us and it was a lot of fun. My niece got to experience her first Easter with us, that I remember. You’re never too old in my house to get a basket.
Now that we’re grown, and I am no longer curious about the church and the supposed reasons behind the holiday, it has become more like labor day than anything. The television will play some epic films. I wish I could stomach Charleton Heston, but he’s just such an ass I can barely stand it. It makes me sad they made him Moses. (Please laugh, that was terribly funny.)
Being a historian and an all around good Celt, I learned a lot more about why eggs, bunnies and birds were associated with Easter more than Jesus. First of all, the dates are still in contention, much like Christmas, established several centuries ago according to some priest’s arbitrary idea and poor calculations. The bible wasn’t even put together until four centuries after the supposed death and rise of the savior. That historian part refuses to blindly accept what the Catholic church put together by way of executions and other oppressions. The church is steeped in blood and I simply couldn’t do it anymore (about ten years ago, I officially walked on). I felt, deep in my gut, that the church is a surer way to hell than to rising.
I remember sitting in a funeral and seeing the priest, and noticing how he spoke from the side of his face and it alarmed me. Scripture ran through my head. I remember my mother saying that it wasn’t right that films portrayed the devil being able to access the church, but it made so much sense to me that he could—manmade structures, housing manmade ideas, that’s his total M-O. The site of that priest was like a nail in the proverbial coffin. Yikes.
As well, it offended me that I knew more about Christianity than its adherents and I knew more about the reason for all the aspects of it. They ignored that, denied it, and threatened. The fact remains that every aspect can find preexistence in other faiths from centuries before, and after the start. Not a thing is original. They really are pulled in from various cultures and beliefs—the eggs and rabbits having to do with Ostara. Yes, even the lilies. The ducks. The colors…all of it.
In 2005 I met a Jehovah’s Witness from Australia. She is an amazing artist and I love the memory of our friendship to this day. I helped her and one of our other friends come together. He moved to Australia to be with her and take on the mantle of husband a few years later. Because I left the online environment where we had met, I lost contact with them. However, that is not the point. What I learned from her about her faith taught me a great deal about what I knew and was thinking. Basically, she confirmed that the way in which many follow the faith is more of following the faiths of their ancestors and some mishmash of things thought up in the middle ages. Did you know that they don’t celebrate their birthdays? The belief is that that is not going to happen until they are risen. That right now, they’re just a husk for a possibility of forever. My dad jokes, think about how long that faith has been in existence, and how many have been witness and only so many are going to make it…why are they still following? They’re going to bump someone off the list? Yeah, seriously. Either we are all saved, or none. I can’t imagine a God that gives up on any of us, unless it is us who refuses him consistently and purposefully. That’s pretty startling when you think of men and women like Charles Manson and Adolf Hitler—did God forgive them or are they in hell? What about the creators of the church who are false? Was Dante correct? Are they ass up in kettles getting tormented by devils?
I really often want to believe they are.
In fact, I view my God more like the Judaic God. I am quite drawn to that faith although I am influenced by many philosophies.
As for Easter–I see it as the pagan celebration of Ostara. I celebrate it with food, family and the idea of the renewal after the dying times. It is potential. Right now, I have a giant Reese’s rabbit and egg, a sac of Reese eggs and classic jelly beans and Peeps, which are my favorites, all year.
On Saturday, we got the Matriarchs together (so very symbolic of the fertility rites of the time) and my mom made us a great big pan of Lasagna. I think she might be a kitchen witch, so I bought her one for her kitchen (a dutch tradition for protection).
Sadie got a basket of treats in the tradition of our family (more toys than sweets). Her videos will be up on the Shagbottom Section this Friday, so please stop back and check it out!
Let’s see how the other members of the hop celebrate the holiday…
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PJ Fiala says
Thanks Kelly, definitely something to think about. And, isn’t that what this is all about? Asking people to think?
Captain Maiel says
I definitely like to take the opportunity to use my degree and historical writing background. I remember well my class on early europe and the start of the church. What an eye opener that was! So much to learn out there.
P,J, MacLayne says
I managed to avoid Peeps this year. Until they went on sale. 🙂
Captain Maiel says
My very good friend found my favorite (Strawberry Cream) and I have tried the blue raspberry and bought a stuffed peep that came with a few. I also have the just perfectly ready (stale) ones from about 2 years ago. No lie. I let them sit until they’re just a tad chewy. It’s a thing.
Lela Markham says
Your dog is incredibly patient with you.
If you’re ever interested in some solid scholarship on the New Testament http://www.amazon.com/Reinventing-Jesus-J-Ed-Komoszewski/dp/082542982X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1459401419&sr=8-1&keywords=reinventing+jesus
Captain Maiel says
I’ve studied enough on the topic. Thank you, though.