Easter

My father had been advised to become Episcopalian to help his business chances. He dutifully  did so, paid contributions, and sent me every week. I learned the Bible stories, listened to sermons, sang in the choir, and hung out in youth groups. Then I grew up and moved away.

So I had the background. I remain cosmically religious, I use prayer to center my thoughts. Never actively rebelled against religions or their adherents. I see such tribes have social use and power. But…

Well I do see rituals as just bonding rituals. Beliefs as unifying, thoughtless, pleasant fantasies. I think there is a lot more to the universe than we can know, perhaps a purpose. But I cannot see anthropomorphic gods as more than daydream superheroes. And Jesus is just plain weird. Even in church every week, I could not get into that part of the ceremonies.

I’ve led a fortunate life and I have sympathy for all those whose road has been more difficult and nasty. But my own existence has been and continues to be what many would consider heaven. I believe it is my duty to accept that and appreciate it. My world is filled with joy, beauty, and majesty, none of which I have earned nor deserve.

Sun, birds, flowers, health, daily and ongoing miracles. Life is amazing and infinitely wondrous. I try to make every day a special holiday in that sense, no need for chocolate bunnies.