It is risen indeed!
Spring is here! There are bits of green poking around the snow drifts. We went to our first non-Christian Easter Service.
No guilt. No going on about death or the imagined afterlife and how we deserve one but not the other.
Instead, there were easter egg hunts, crafts for kids, and green eggs and ham afterwards.
The message did touch on Christ, but was open about the controversy and allowed the listeners to decide if he was man, myth, or something in between. It talked about the inspiring social justice message that can be found in the Jesus tradition. It didn’t shy away from the shadow side of Christianity, of government, and our personal lives. But, it was a message of hope. A call to turn our minds from fear and images of a man dying and to focus on living life now. Rebirth. New birth.
Maybe it was New Age, maybe not – there was history about Judaism, Catholicism, and pagan traditions. It was nice to hear the positive message that my other tradition often covered over. Kinda like seeing an ex-boyfriend and realizing that : I’m glad I’m not there anymore, and that it wasn’t a total waste of time and I’m not inexcusably stupid.
New life, growing out of the old grasses, feeding on the rich nutrients released as the dry stalks get broken down.