Easter and Me

Last year, the Easter holiday fell smack dab on the day of my birthday. And for some reason, probably more than other years, it stung like crazy to get few happy birthday and many happy Easter notes. And I don’t blame too many folks, I mean really, its the memory of the resurrected Christ that is celebrated. It was a hard thing last year to take a back seat though – I’m not sure why, but man it stung for a good bit.

This weekend, I’m a lot elated that Easter happens the week before my birthday. At least in the respect that I can hold folks to at least greeting a bro. But, I still have this nag about this holiday. This… resurrection day that every year seems more and more celebration of bunnies, pastels, and unwrinkled clothes, than it does an attempt to remember the reason for the season.

Ok, so the resurrection of Jesus isn’t the reason for the season (!!!). Nope, Easter is a whole nothing celebration that got jacked by(us) Christians in the hope of at least bringing some level of order to what was a pretty heanous time of year (folks got a bit too freaky for/with one another).

I wonder though if in modern times that we’ve exchanged one type of idol for another. Exchanged one kind of intimate impulse for another. It was sex, and then religious fervor, and now candy (of all kinds). And in reflecting back to my attitude last year, and even some this year, I’m probably the most guilty.

I see the hope of the day – don’t get me wrong. But, in it being what it is, a holiday that’s so badly quoted and totally misused all around, doesn’t the resurrected Christ deserve better than chocolate bunnies and a clean suit?

Shouldn’t such a holy moment be venerated with a bit more. Maybe even a candle and a wish for a fuller life for Christ in the hearts of us all?

Done My Part

Today is iPad Day – at least for the mindlessly affluent amongst us. Today marks another one of those events in computing history where yet another level of user and service will make us thing that we’ve gone further and better than generations before hand. And yep, everyone who participates will claim to have a part in this.

Its no different than those who were alive during Dr. King Jr.’s march on Washington, but could not be there, and only had the local newspaper through which to take part. Oh yea, you be believe that it was as real for them as it was for those persons walking, sweating, and gasping for a listen to one of the better collections of speakers and speeches in the modern area. For those people, they claim to have had a part in that moment, and they aren’t lying, albeit a bit stretching the semantics a bit.

Hence, I can make my run to the typed domain this AM/Noon. Where I don’t struggle for words, let alone for the work involved into putting them into some digital domain.

No, these bits and bytes won’t last forever. And it would only take a cataclysmic event to display that part. But these words will be remembered for a short time as bring a part of that noise of today.

Its really a shame that participating in life has been simplified to what I can type or snap. Maybe there will come the kind of paradigm shift that will turn us back into living, instead of being skillful participants.

But then again, we’d get there and still many will be loud and on the outside claiming that they too had a hand in this.