Easter is a silly holiday.

Its pagan roots are so apparent that they've pretty much taken over the whole bloody celebration. Eggs. Rabbits. THE NAME OF THE HOLIDAY. Not to mention those heathen jelly beans.

I've never understood the concept of Easter. I think I was about ten or eleven before I even realized that Easter had anything to do with Jesus being resurrected. And when my mom finally explained the crucifixion and resurrection to me, I was completely incredulous. Why make such a big deal out of how Jesus suffered for us? He's GOD. I'm pretty sure mere physical pain can't phase him all that much. And the whole crucifixion thing was part of God's plan, right? If God INTENDED for Christ to be crucified so that we could all be absolved of our sins, why should we have any animosity for those who performed to crucifixion? Why is Judas such a bad guy, if he was just performing God's will? And if God so loved us that he wanted us to have eternal life, why bother with the ritual sacrifice of his only son? Why not just GIVE us eternal life? I mean, he is GOD. He has the power to forgo the formalities.

So I spent my Easter NOT going to church, gorging myself on my grandmother's baked sweet potatoes, and trying on my mom's old prom dresses. My mom weighed about 95lbs when she was my age, so I didn't expect any of them to actually fit, but we did find one that could be altered some. There's the possibility that I could wear a dress circa 1967 to my senior prom. Is that not the sweetest thing ever?

Ah, vanity.

posted at 7:37 PM by Alison

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