Today is Good Friday and like many people I am wondering what is so good about it. Doesn’t it commemorate the death of a man? That alone should exclude it from being good. And I have other questions.
Did he really die? Maybe he just appeared dead, but wasn’t. Modern medicine is rife with known conditions that simulate death to the naked eye and ear, like hypothermia, shock and coma. Back then they didn’t have a stethoscope to listen to faint heartbeats or mirrors to check for shallow breaths. Essentially it came down to “Does he look dead to you? He looks dead to me.” At no time was a doctor consulted.
And is today really the day he ‘died’? After all, Easter itself is often called a moveable feast, much like Thanksgiving only seemingly less predictable. It tends to hover around the spring equinox and closely shadows the Hebrew celebration of Passover.
And exactly where do Easter Bunnies and colored eggs fit in? Is there really a giant white rabbit out hiding colored eggs for little kids to find or delivering baskets of chocolate goodies for the little ones to pig out on?
There is so much candy to choose from! Chocolate eggs of every size and flavor (my weakness is Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs). Chocolate rabbits galore, sometimes empty and sometimes full of jelly beans. Jelly beans of every flavor from the mundane to the bizarre.
And then we have the marshmallow chicks and bunnies which come in a rainbow of colors. In addition to the traditional yellow and pink, they have added blue, purple and green to the spectrum (but sadly, no white this year). These sinfully rich creations are Just Born a few miles from where I live. At least the air doesn’t smell of marshmallow the way the air smells of chocolate in Hershey.
But I digress. What I really want to know is, was Easter really the miracle some think it to be? Or is the miracle of Easter our gullibility? Come on, who really believes that rabbits lay chocolate eggs?