Today is one of the most important days in Christendom, second only to Easter Sunday. As I do my daily web round, I'm bombarded by all kinds of religious sentiment, much of it asking to stop and mediate in the matter of Christ's death. After reading five of these writings or so, I came to the conclusion that the writers were confusing the word meditation with mourning.
All of these lectures were aimed to make me feel guilty of sorts, thus proving to be completely ineffective. A true Christian should not be saddened by this day, let alone go back to the never ending "mea culpa" for 24 hours.
See, this is the heart of the matter. There is a man, who is also God. I'm talking in present tense because the basic tenant of my faith is that this man, called Yeshua, came about some 2000 years ago and gave his life for me, and rose from the grave. Upon doing so, he gave everyone who cares for it, the most intense taste of freedom ever given to mankind: the complete assurance of eternal life.
Eternal life will happen sometime, somewhere, in the mean time, this rich, crimson liquid gift of His has a strange side effect. Jesus made us passengers, strangers in a strange land, until we are called home. Some people see this as a challenge and they live their lives grim and in the sour side of Christianity, asking for deliverance of this world and it's absurdities. I am more of a Travel Channel kind of girl. I carry my passport, yes I do, but I will travel.
Stop meditating in sorrow and go out there. We were never meant to grief, not for ever. There's a lot of laugh and laughter in the Gospel, most of all, loads of forgiveness. Go out and explore, meet people you think challenging and try to fit them into God's Plan (after all you didn't design it and in His infinite wisdom He included EVERYONE!!!!), throw in a random act of kindness, enjoy the beauty this place called Earth has to offer live life simple as it was meant to be lived: loving one and other.
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