First off I have to get a gripe off my chest. All over so-called ‘Christendom’ (now there’s a descriptor you don’t hear a lot these days thanks to the forces of PC who maintain only ‘other culture’ festivals are worthy of commemoration, but never Christian ones) the tendency in recent years has been to mark the Christmas season with Handel’s magnificent Messiah.
Oh, and about the ‘Christendom’ point, I wrote that as the bloody heathen that I probably am, but fair is fair and I don’t think that those who prescribe to Christianity are necessarily treated fairly in these days of so-called ‘inclusivity’.
But, back to my original point, the Messiah. Each Christmas season churches and concert halls are filled with people ‘Hallelujah-ing’ all over the place. But, my nitpick herein revolves around the fact that Herr Handel composed it to commemorate Easter and the resurrection of Christ, not the Christmas birth. And that’s about all I have to say about that in a world of icky Kardashians and other vile nonentities. Hey, maybe Sheen could work that factoid into one of his substance and paranoia-fueled stupid rants.
I love hearing undertalented zillionaires whining about how hard done by they are when other, actually decent folks are losing their homes.
Off subject again.
This is about Easter. In our house when I was growing up Easter was sort of a ‘Christmas Lite’. You know, you didn’t get really good stuff. Just chocolate eggs and a little purple and yellow ersatz straw filled basked that also contained multicolored chicks. Not much to do with the chicks, so my brother and I usually had them fight until their little beaks got knocked off and their eyes fell out. Then we ate the chocolate.
Some years, if my mother was prepared to put up with the mess, we colored hard-boiled eggs. That was kind of cool. And then I got to have stinky HB eggs for school lunch for the next two weeks, as did most other kids.
Other than that, nothing much else happened. Oh yeah, we were ‘made’ to go to church on Easter Sunday. Even my old man was. My mother insisted we understood the ‘true’ meaning of Easter. I think ‘true’ was used a bit advisedly. I would merrily point out that bit of information to my mother.
And that’s about all I have to say about Easter other than I hope you are having the one you wanted.
So, HAPPY EASTER!