Easter


Christmas was the favorite holiday of my youth. The favorite holiday of my grown-up years is Easter. While Christmas welcomes Christ into the world, Easter gives meaning to the world. Easter is like the climatic event of a well-written play, Christmas being the introductory few minutes.  What would a plot or story be where the hero is in conflict forever, or worse, yet,a story with an anti-climatic ending juxtaposed sharply after a life-time of turmoil? We have seen stories such as these where the poor soul is left to do the same heart-wrenching task over and over with no progress or end in site. I recall a horrible scene from The latest "Pirates of The Carribean XXI" which sequel???? Only my kids know this...Anyhow, Jack Sparrow is in an alter reality performing the same task over and over and seeing himself in different identities. It was considered a type of "hell" dimension and just the state the world would have been in if Easter had never arrived.
My sister texted me on the Friday preceding Easter. "Good Friday", she said "Blah." I knew exactly what she was talking about. What was good about the Friday when the Lord was crucified and the earth lost its light for three days and the earth shook and mourned His passing? what was good about a Friday that my sister lost a baby 20 years ago? The loss of a child is still fresh after 1 or 20 years. Her Braxton passed away 20 years ago on Good Friday. She doesn't like to think about Easter...barely dyed Easter eggs a few years ago, avoids Easter egg hunts, peace lilies, the whole thing. She just breathes and makes it through. I texted her back that the literal translation of Good Friday was "sacred" Friday. I told her it was okay she was sad. The whole earth was upset when Jesus died.It threw a darn tantrum with the earthquakes and all the 3 days of darkness. Mother Earth mourned the passing of her perfect son. However, after the 3 days of darkness, the sun rose again. After 3 days, Christ rose from the tomb .  Because of this, the trump will sound on the morning of the first resurrection and  we shall see Braxton whole!  So to my sister Angi, we will then call that day a sacred day and a "good" day.

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