It's the day after Easter, and I didn't write a irreligious blog post yesterday. But, hey, Monday is another day! So here goes.
The best pithy comment I saw yesterday was on Twitter:
Nicely said. This sums up my attitude toward Easter, which celebrates the supposed resurrection of Jesus. For further delving into how I view Easter, here's links to my previous blog posts about this religious holiday, with an excerpt from each.
If I believed in reincarnation (I don't), then it would be easy for me to imagine that I am worthy of worship as a Christ figure whose earthly mission this time around is to overturn the money changers of religion, so to speak, having evolved beyond the spiritual dogmatism of my earlier Jesus incarnation.
The main thing I learned from the skin biopsy experience, where, while waiting for the test results, I was halfway convinced that I had malignant melanoma, is that the prospect of death (even if imaginary) is a marvelous method of focusing one's attention on what really matters.
In short, life.
Ooh, Easter eve! Time for a blasphemous un-sermon
We all have ways to get through the days. And weeks. And years. And a lifetime. Life isn't easy. Happiness isn't always at hand. It's natural to seek solace from sources both inside and outside our heads.
Such as religion. Such as Christianity. Such as believing that Jesus died on the cross for our sins, was resurrected on the third day, and is waiting in heaven to receive those who believe in him.
That's a comforting belief. I can understand why someone would embrace it.
I don't have a problem with people believing in whatever they want to -- so long as they don't expect others to accept it as anything other than a weird, wonderful, irrational, and almost certainly untrue belief.
What, it's Easter?
After I bought a cup of coffee and some muffins this afternoon, the clerk said "Have a nice Easter." I thought, What, it's Easter?
I'd completely lost track of what tomorrow was. I started to say, "I'd forgotten about it. Guess that shows how religious I am."
But I decided to bite my tongue and simply say, "Thanks."
My wife and I had a pleasant Easter Sunday. We didn't celebrate it. Being non-religious, this was just another day for us. We simply lived it.
I got several yard chores done. Spread bark and organic fertilizer. Laurel sprayed poison oak, then walked dogs at the Humane Society. Meaningful stuff. Pleasingly real.
Many other people spent part of their day worshipping a God, and Jesus, we don't believe in.
A good share of those Christians consider that folks like us are missing out on the most important part of being human: believing in a divine other-worldly side to reality. Well, we heartily disagree.
Some holidays are secular, like the Fourth of July or President's Day. It doesn't bother me when businesses close on a genuinely national holiday.
But Easter? It's a purely Christian day, a celebration of Jesus supposedly being resurrected from the dead.
I don't believe in any sort of God, including the Christian variety. Naturally I also don't believe that Jesus was the Son of God, nor that he came back to life after being dead.
Class-action attorneys, I'm waiting for your emails. I'm a representative of a significant Easter-oppressed group: non-Christians who worship Sunday gadget shopping and latte sipping.
My "religion," though which I derive deep meaning and satisfaction, may be non-traditional. But I should be free to practice it without interference. And today, I can't.
Thumbing through the Sunday paper ads, I just realized that Best Buy is closed today. Outrageous!