Today is Easter and we all went for a hike after breakfast.
If you’re a Christian, you believe today is the day Jesus rose from the dead. It is a time of renewal and celebration.
If you’re not a Christian it is a beautiful Sunday in April that ushers in Spring. It is a time of renewal and celebration.
I’ve never been one for organized religion. I go to church on Christmas Eve because Michael enjoys church on Christmas Eve and the sermon is usually the same and doesn’t piss me off.
I’m spiritual, I believe there is something greater than me. I believe there is a God, in some form. I also believe in evolution, although I’m pretty sure God had a hand in it.
When the wind blows on my face, when I look at my children, when I hike in Sedona, I’m certain there’s a God and I don’t care what form it takes or what the details are, I’m just glad it surrounds me.
I will never understand why people fight and get so riled up over the details of God and Religion.
We kill and hate and persecute over the details. Whether Jesus was the son of God or if Adam and Eve really ate from the tree of knowledge.
The Holy Land, people kill each other over earth and rocks.
Some are excluded and meant to feel less than. I had a friend in college that used to tell me that only those that believed in Jesus were going to heaven. The rest were doomed. Really? That sounds a lot like religion and has very little to do with God.
The God I believe in, the one that was all around me today on my hike, that God does not set ridiculous rules. That God just wants us to get out of our own way and does not condone hatred and ignorance. The God that warms us and fills us this Easter, or this Sunday, is a God that loves us, all of us and wishes us nothing but happiness and joy.
The rest…well, that’s just religion and I don’t want any part of it.
That’s all from the laundry room. Peace.