I have a confession to make.
No, I am not at the wrong church. Having recently discovered my inner Quaker, it somehow feels right to share a secret I have held from my extended Christian family for a long time.
I am not a big fan of Easter. Oh, I love the true meaning—I just don’t like what it has become. I think my former pastor’s analogy sums up the whole shebang for me: “Easter is the Christian Super Bowl.”
Well, what if you don’t like the Super Bowl? Don’t get me wrong—I like a good party and love to eat my share of rotten-for-me-tasty-vittles, laugh at outrageous commercials and enjoy the show, but the event itself is an overdone media spectacle and a mere shadow of what it was originally meant to be. Sort of American Idol meets American Gladiators with some football thrown in somewhere for flavor.
The Super Bowl/Easter analogy got a good laugh, but it also got me thinking (a foreshadowing, I am now certain, of my impending Quakerness.) What should be a celebration of rebirth, renewal and resurrection, Easter now seems to be more about Cadbury bunnies, pastel Peeps, and a strange story of a dude rising from the dead, zombie style, to walk among us. Not a pretty picture. It all just strikes me as, well, weird. Continue reading →