EASTER IN 2025
/From my earliest memories, our family was fully immersed in Easter celebrating: the bunny, the eggs, the vinegar smell, the hunt, the candy, a hollow chocolate bunny and of course, Peeps. New, scratchy, stiff clothes and uncomfortable shoes, extra butch wax to keep unruly hair in check. Pre-Sunday school threats about not getting dirty or wrinkly. And as we emerged from the car in the church parking lot there was a last minute spit and polish. Mom would literally spit on a tissue and wipe our mouths and pluck the "sleep" from the corners of our eye sockets. Into the church we would march with the throng that was extra large because it's Easter, and everyone goes to church on Easter.
My Amazing-Missus was raised in the same traditions so it was easy to lead our boys in that path. We didn't hesitate to let the Bunny and stuff be a part of their Eastertime experience. I know some today worry that having Peter Cottontail, Santa, and The Tooth Fairy in the childhood narrative will cause doubts in adulthood about the reality of the stories of faith. Honestly, I never remember feeling bamboozled by the mix of fiction and non-fiction gift-givers. To this day, I readily accept the truth of Jesus' having lived and living still. Of course there are still those beyond-understanding parts that I need a deep faith to accept. I'm like that guy in the Bible that said: "Lord I believe! Help me with my unbelief."
This morning, I read an article in the New York Times that included what we might call testimonies from people of some renown. This one from Andrea Bocelli, the 66 year-old, blind, Italian singer struck a chord with me:
As a boy in a Tuscan hill town, I went to the local Catholic church for the organ. They let me play it once a month. There, in that small church, in that cobbled, orange town, I fell in love with music.
My belief in God came later, when I read Blaise Pascal’s idea of a wager: He writes that we all have a choice; to believe or not to believe. Given the uncertainty, how little we know about the world, he argues it is a better bet to choose belief, to embrace mystery. That made sense to me. So I decided to dedicate my life to my faith.
My career is my offering. Saint Augustine is quoted as saying that those who sing pray twice. If that is true, I have prayed much of my life, and I am in a constant dialogue with God. --NYT. 4/19/2025.
I'll admit it. I do not like the uncertainty we are living in in 2025. I do not like the distorting of the message of Jesus. I'm in a bit of despair, but not without hope. I choose belief and embrace the mystery.
Here's an image I found on some social feed. My first thought: That's what it feels like to be a Peep in 2025.
