Easter has come and gone. It’s a difficult holiday for me on a good year, and this year was not one of those years. It came in a quick blur and had it not been for the stores filling their shelves months in advance with a plethora of chocolate bunnies and ridiculous stuffed things and the observance of lent I might likely have forgotten about it, as many people did, until Good Friday arrived in a fury.
We did the usual coloring of the eggs, and the traditional hiding of them, and then the finding of them. Of course we ate them too afterward, as deviled eggs and egg salad sandwiches. Though this year they did not go far as there were not as many eggs as a normal year brought, but it was good. There is such a thing as too many eggs to be eaten.
It was a pleasant quiet day spent with family, enjoying each others company and playing games outside. We attempted to get one of the two large kites in the air but the usually windy air was unusually still and it was flew for only a few moments. Still, it was a good thing.
We don’t observe a very religious Easter around here, as we feel it has gotten very off base of what the original intent was meant to be, and personally for us it just doesn’t work, so we enjoy the spring weather and celebrate our family instead. I think it’s okay that way. Our children know what happened to Christ, and why we have Easter. They don’t quite get the whole Easter Bunny, egg, and cross mix-up. But one day I will explain to the younger three how the Christians of long ago adopted a Pagan ritual to try to recruit new followers/help new followers feel more comfortable/whatever. Our oldest knows already. I don’t know if I will be able to explain how it is ok for many Christians to try to persecute Pagan’s nowadays though. That too baffles me. Especially since many Christian “rituals” are taken from older religions.
Ah well, it is just one more reminder to me of why I will not find a “Church Home” despite that I am a very devout follower of Christ and sometimes miss the idea of it. I am smart enough to know the idea of something and reality of something are two very different things though. I am too outspoken to ever fit anywhere in a religious setting. I am too spiritual in my beliefs, too open in them, and not one to be told what I will believe. I have ventured a long, hard journey to come to where I am in my faith. I know I would have a very small chance of finding one that I mesh with, even if I compromised some, especially in such a small community. My family has faced persecution in our community as it is without attending church, it would be worse if we did. It is sad, but, I also know I don’t need a church to believe in, or follow God.
I know I will never fit quite right, kind of like this egg.
