No doubt about it, a present day death and resurrection would make the six o’clock news, and by morning there would be religiously correct points of view every few hours presented by a wide range of organized believers, non-believers or dis-believers.
As in the early post-Jesus days, Christians would be claiming that they have discovered a different way of life that is better than that offered by the non-Christian world. Then the fun would begin with disagreements all around about what the good news or better way of life means. Electronic media would flash the news, cyber-net users would interpret it, commentators would probe meanings and affirm or discredit the event. The stone rolled away from the tomb would be chipped into bits much like the Berlin Wall, and sacred relics might even be hawked and bought by a well-intentioned populace.
I am profoundly glad to live now, centuries away from the Easter event with the benefit of great thinkers of the ages who have put it into perspective. I have benefited from the Apostle Paul and from the way disciples were motivated to follow Jesus even after his death. I have benefited from the deep deliberations of philosophers through the ages who argued and tested their ideas on each other.
I am thankful for my childhood memories and training of Easter and for all the saints who have helped me interpret my life under the Easter umbrella.
I am still laughing over a junk email I get almost every day. Usually I delete pronto, but today just reading the sale line, “Protect and Beautify your Garage Floor,” gave me a vision of the garage I had just left. I thaw! My garage freezer holds food for the month. Surrounding the freezer are (in no order whatsoever) a bicycle with two flat tires, an unused treadmill, a spare power wheelchair that barely works, a couple of wheelchair batteries, a wall of garden tools and some antique garden tools from my Dad’s garage, shelves of everything, a table top, extra kitchen chair, bird food, squirrel food, etc., etc. You get the idea. See why I am sitting here laughing at the thought that I would beautify my garage floor which in my book translates to sweeping the leaves out the door. Well, it IS spring, so maybe we will do some spring cleaning as soon as we find the broom. I think it fell down behind the freezer some time ago.
Silly me. I told my readers the wrong title of the newest book, calling it a series. It is a COLLECTION of romance novels. I do not qualify as an immigrant romantic in any of the four books included in the collection. Each protagonist had energy, tenacity, health and courage. I have only two of four which reminds me of the silver bracelet my granddaughter made for me for Christmas containing “Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway. John Wayne” . Great saying. Who knew John Wayne was so profound? On other subject, it was 83 degrees here yesterday, so I sat outside feeding my pet squirrels, watching the birds and celebrating spring green that has colored all our trees with pretty, new leaves. Hope springs eternal. Weather forecast is for freeze tomorrow, and most of the country is buried in snow. If you don’t like the weather, wait a minute.