So yesterday was Easter. It’s just one of several Christian holidays that, like Christmas, have made it into the “mainstream” culture of America and the rest of the world. We’ve added the little bunny’s basket of eggs to the imagery of Jesus, and everyone’s pretty happy with that. I don’t hate the bunny. I absolutely love the stuff in those Cadbury creme eggs. The thing that fascinates me about Easter, as compared to the other mainstreamed holidays, is how unacceptable Easter actually is to non-Christians, and how crucial it is to Christians.
Let me put it this way: no non-Christian can logically acknowledge and celebrate Easter and still be a non-Christian. Easter is the lynchpin of the entire Christian faith, and Christians believe it celebrates the turning point in the history of the world. Compare it to Christmas. You’re celebrating the birth of Jesus. Even non-Christians often agree Jesus was born and existed in some way, so Christmas isn’t hard for them to buy. But Easter? If the event Easter is celebrating actually happened, it would be proof that Jesus is exactly who the Christians say he is. In general, people don’t come back from the dead without something seriously supernatural going on. And in this case, Jesus’ resurrection would be proof that God had accepted the sacrifice he had made three days earlier.
For some reason, it just strikes me as being so odd that we’ve got Easter decorations everywhere (at Target, at the doctor’s office, wherever), and I know for certain that many, many people simply won’t or can’t believe in the event that Easter proclaims.
What it comes down to is this: if Easter’s resurrection didn’t happen, Christians (including myself) are the sorriest bunch of suckers on the face of the earth. But if it did, their “winnings” are so great they can’t be measured. There’s something so stark about that. I just love it. All that spiritual tension, wrapped in pastels.