happy easter

On Easter I have traditionally written some sort of devotional to throw onto my blog. Not today. Two reasons: the first is a concoction of apathy and laziness, and the second is that I really don’t view Easter as any different than any other day of the year. A lot of Christians call Easter the most important day of their Christian life—I saw this proclaimed earlier today—and it just bothers me. As Paul writes in Colossians, “Therefore, do not let anyone judge you by what you drink, or with regard to a religious festival, a New Moon celebration or a Sabbath day.” The Christians in Colossae were esteeming some days as better than others, and sometimes I wonder if we Christians do the same thing with such holidays as Easter and Christmas. I believe that the resurrection of Christ—and his birth, for that matter—are to be celebrated every day, and that a heightened sense of celebration, in a sense, demeans the events themselves. Eh. It doesn’t matter.

Of course, I may just have this disgruntled disposition towards Easter due to a horrifying nightmare I had when I was a child, when the Easter bunny was carrying me through a mist-soaked gymnasium and sucking my blood.