Thursday, April 21, 2011

A Strange Holiday

Easter always struck me as odd and kindergarten I finally dared to think it: giant bunnies delivering eggs and candy which is coincidentally sold at the store?

This of course meant Santa too was blown into retail fairy tale land but even without the cartoon strangeness of these holidays- fact is I'm uncomfortable with each. The gatherings are nice but the story, the story that got told - the one every one goes to church on Sunday and nods their heads to...

I think that when you've known hunger and being cold or desperately needing to bathe and none of these things are available in any other form than the entry below... And really those big churches, all that body heat when it was so cold outside and a bit of bread and wine guaranteed and a man reading a book written by other men for other men about a man who was tortured and murdered because what he was saying threatened to upset the apple cart. "His murder means you're free!"- I am of course paraphrasing.

"He died for our sins". That one particular theme/thesis is not only way to read what happened - and what happened after what happened.

Drinking blood every weekend, believing torture and murder can ever be a good thing? That doesn't sound like That Which Is- seems more like the sort of thing Darth Vader or Voldemorte would be into.