No matter how hard I try, I am just not comfortable with celebrating the return of a guy from the dead......mostly, it just seems a bit odd...and always has.
It is made even more peculiar when boiled chicken periods and fluffy bunnies are thrown into the mix.
I'm pretty sure if I returned from the dead, I would be hungry, but not enough to eat chicken periods and Peeps.
I don't want to crack on anyone's beliefs (as I was raised a Christian and shocked my family with being awarded "Religious Honors" upon my graduation from parochial school), but if you are going to cram Easter down everyone's throat all day and we have to deal with that, at least separate the crap from the faith.
J.H. Christ would not approve of the exploitation of bunnies and the slaughter/mistreatment of chickens.
I am pretty certain that He did not die for our sins and then rise from the aforementioned dead so that we could destroy our bodies and dine on the menstrual waste of chickens. Ewwwwww!
Religion should be personal (if you to subscribe to such a thing).
If it's all about the sugar and the wearing of pastels for corporate exploitation, call it that. It is what it is.
OK, I'm off to fill my Easter baskets with chocolate and bribes for my children's affections...
*skips off to publicly held corporate mecca, Walgreens to buy half-priced Easter fare for well informed but materially spoiled angels-from-personal-uterus.*
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