Easter Sunday

I have a hard time thing about the story behind Easter. By Easter Sunday everything has past. By that, the trial, the humiliation, the nailing and the pain of burying. By Easter it is all over.

A Jew was prosecuted

So how did we get to the Easter Bunny? 

From WIKI: 

"The practice of decorating eggshell is ancient, pre-dating Christian traditions. Ostrich eggs with engraved decoration that are 60,000 years old have been found in Africa. Decorated ostrich eggs, and representations of ostrich eggs in gold and silver, were commonly placed in graves of the ancient Sumerians and Egyptians as early as 5,000 years ago.

The custom of the Easter egg, however, originated in the early Christians of Mesopotamia, who stained eggs red in memory of the blood of Christ, shed at his crucifixion. The Christian Church officially adopted the custom, regarding the eggs as a symbol of the resurrection; in A.D. 1610, Pope Paul V proclaimed the following prayer: 

Although the tradition is to use dyed or painted chicken eggs, a modern custom is to substitute chocolate eggs, or plastic eggs filled with confectionery such as jelly beans. These eggs can be hidden for children to find on Easter morning, which may be left by the Easter Bunny. They may also be put in a basket filled with real or artificial straw to resemble a bird's nest."

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There is a history and I glanced over it. At an early age I went on Easter egg hunts. My parents would buy me a complete set of new clothes, socks underwear, white shirt, new tie, new belt, new shoes, new suit and a new haircut. They would do the same for my sister plus a new Easter bonnet. We would be shiny and cleaned and we would go to Sunday Mass. After church we would go on the Easter Egg Hunt, Some eggs would be filled with confetti. 

I was always at fault for humanities failures.

Times change.

I pray that folks in the old countries do not act like gods that sacrifice bodies to god. God listens, man does not.