When I was a little girl, Easter Sunday was second in my good graces only to the massive juggernaut that was Christmas Day.
We went to church on Easter, dressed in starchy really uncomfortable long dresses but NEVER white patent leather shoes (mom thought white patent leather was cheesy even tho I kinda liked it!)– and I was always completely grossed out by the crucifixion story. I always wondered if my parents were really okay with me seeing the brutality of that story.
I mean, my mom pitched a fit when I wouldn’t go to bed so she could watch the made-for-tv-movie Helter Skelter when it came on my tv in, what–1976?
That was a pretty gross made-for-tv movie, you know?
So why was I able to look at first-born sons getting wooden stakes driven through their hearts and the shit being beat out of Jesus wearing his hideous crown of thorns and being hung in a cross was lost on me.
And honestly–coming back from the dead? Pushing that big ass circular stone out of the way and getting the hell out of dodge? Going to Heaven and whatnot?
I mean, yeh–that’s kind of a cool story. But it’s also kinda hard to believe if you really think about it.
You know, for me personally…even as a small person, I never believed that ever really happened.
I was way more down with the Easter Rabbit bringing me candy and silly toys.
Who cared why an odd and really- unusually smart rabbit would show up in my home to bring me goodies?
I thought a rabbit coming into my home to bring me chocolates was way more likely than a dude dying and actually coming back to life.
For me and apparently my sins.
Yeh. My sins I committed as a small child.
These days, at 50, I know Jesus didn’t die for “my sins” and that the Easter Bunny isn’t real.
I still leave big hunks of banana outside for the rabbit that has been living under my neighbors’ deck for a long, long time.
He’s pretty cute and has been entertaining me for a while now.
I didn’t know rabbits like bananas, did you?
I mean, I didn’t actually see him eating it, but I have seen him hanging out by our old Xmas tree we left out so little animals could take refuge during the cold winter months.
I’m assuming he ate it.
Want to see him?
Here he is–my old buddy the Easter BunBun. Chilling by my hose last week.
Today my grown children are with their significant others whose families celebrate Easter, and I am grateful for them showing my little ones (ages 25 and 24) a good time today.
Bill and I?
We’ll enjoy a good dinner together. He is watching some Jason Bourne movie I don’t like and I’m in bed with my cat writing this post.
I feel pretty good physically today.
That’s really nice.
I guess I don’t have much else to say except
And isn’t it such a freaking relief the sun and warmth is coming back?
God and Goddess, yes. ❤️
I’m off to switch laundry and throw hash-brown casserole in the oven.
Now if that’s not another reason to celebrate, I don’t know what is.