Do you know what I discovered this week? Easter and April Fool’s Day fall on the same date this year. What could possibly go wrong that hasn’t already gone wrong in these here United States?
I’m actually going to go to church on Easter. I know! Can you believe it? Haven’t been in years. I left my religion some time ago (actually, my religion left me!), and, although I never plan to permanently return to a religious corporate structure again, our messed up world—especially our messed up country—has me in need of communion and a corporate hug from God.
I need to confess that I’ve never understood why Jesus didn’t set the world straight the first time he came around. If he wanted us to live a certain way—love thy neighbor and all that—why didn’t he just make it so? Isn’t he all powerful? Hadn’t the world committed enough wars, mayhem, and terror BC to give him a gist of the character of mankind that would inhabit the world in AD? We didn’t get any better once he left, we just got more efficient at torturing and killing each other. Shouldn’t he have known that, being God and all?
I don’t even know why I expect to be consoled by going to church on Easter because one of the reasons we have the President that we do and we’re in the mess that we are in is because Conservative Evangelical Christians sold their souls to the Devil in exchange for 30 coins of silver.
But I’ll remedy that and go to a Black Baptist church. Not that they’ve got a corner on the righteousness market, but at least I won’t have to put up with any racism which I seemed to have run into head-long in my community recently while accidentally encountering a bunch of Born-Again/Fox News loving, Trump Luddites masquerading as a “history” club, who feel that it is okay to have their own “alternative facts” with an agenda to mold the world into their racist image (Hillary was right: some of them really are quite deplorable when you get up close and personal). Besides, I’m keeping count, and the White Evangelical pastors who support Trump (laid hands on him and prayed for God’s anointing) far outnumber the Black Evangelicals 20 to 1. I’m also keeping count of the White Evangelical preachers who are biting the dust for grabbing women by the “you know what” (it’s Holy week so I need to keep this clean) and they are dropping like flies (must read article referenced below*). Unlike Trump, they don’t seem to be able to get away with their sexual sins as easily as he can.
I think the straw that broke the camel’s back was when the likes of Laura Ingraham and the NRA smeared the Parkland School shooting survivors with lies about their character and mocked them on Twitter. I was so angry that if I owned a gun I would have seriously considered using it against those Neanderthals. Fortunately, I don’t own a gun for just that reason: crazy mad can happen to the most mild-mannered person if rubbed the wrong way.
Anyway, I don’t like the state of my heart. It has grown dark with fear, anger, and resentment. (My mother always said, “Don’t wrestle with pigs; you’ll get dirty, but the pigs will love it!”) So I’m getting up out of the slop and dragging my sorry-ass to church before it is too late for my soul.
Who knows: maybe Jesus will show up and stay for good this time.
ELEANOR’S SELAH (“AHA” MOMENT) ABOUT RESURRECTION
I am discovering that there is no belief in a resurrection without wrestling with doubt. Is Jesus real or isn’t he? Did he die as some cosmic sacrificial lamb or didn’t he? And on the third day, when the tomb door was rolled away, was he there or wasn’t he? If he can do that, then why doesn’t he save us from ourselves?
And then I remember that he has.
Resurrection means hope and new beginnings, and like spring, when one is in the midst of winter, it is difficult to imagine that spring, hope, and new life will ever conquer the seemingly permanent deadliness of winter. But I believe in the resurrection of Christ (help thou, my unbelief, oh God when I fail to believe), because it is my only hope for our poor sweet world and my sanity.
HAPPY EASTER AND HAPPY PESACH EVERYONE!
OUR WORLD SURE NEEDS THE GRACE OF BOTH.
INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES ABOUT EASTER RESURRECTION
“The Resurrection miracle is nothing to you and me if it is only an event of eighteen centuries bygone. Unless we can live the immortal life – unless we can receive God to his own home in these hearts of ours – the texts are nothing to us unless these daily lives illustrate them.”—Edward Everett Hale
“It seems as if, for every dragon head that is lopped off, two more terrible appear. Seems so. But in truth, Life is gaining all the while. Brute force, such power as there seems to be in things, cannot stand against ideas which are eternal.”—Edward Everett Hale
All quotes courtesy of http://www.brainyquotes.com
HE IS RISEN! HE IS RISEN INDEED!
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