Easter. Sunday.

Sundays (except when we have theater tickets) are frequently easy days for Muri and I … lunch and a trip to the park or to Mother’s Beach in Dana Point to sit in our camp chairs and read.   But it’s Easter Sunday today.   Yorba Linda Regional Park is not my park on Easter … it belongs to the large families who congregate there for Easter celebrations.   I’ve been in Socal for so long that I don’t know if this is a tradition elsewhere in the country but here, every strip of public land large enough to be called a park is packed to overflowing.   So, as non-Christians, Easter Sunday is a what-shall-we-do day for us.  By the way, I won’t be in my park tomorrow, either because the large families of Easter celebrants leave such a mess that it infuriates me too much to be there.   Sorry to be curmudgeonly … I know how important this day is for Christians.

One thing I’ve learned from comments received by posting during Channukah and Passover over the past few years is how little many people know about Jewish traditions.  It shouldn’t surprise you then that Jews don’t know that much about Christianity.   As Muri and I were walking on Saturday,  we were talking about what we’d do on Easter and why the park was always so busy.   When I described Easter as the quintessential Christian holiday, she said, Really?  Why?  Without Easter, I told her, Jesus would be just another miracle worker who thought he was God and paid the ultimate price.  Thinking about that today, I wonder … if I really believed that God sent his Son into the world to save us and he was resurrected on this day, would I spend it hiding plastic eggs in the park?  Maybe.  As a species, we tend to honor what is sacred in strange ways.   I certainly wouldn’t spend it desecrating that little patch of God’s earth with Easter trash.

At any rate, since my Inner Curmudgeon seems to be determined to be a major contributor to this post, let me close before he gets me in trouble with this:

Happy Easter … Happy Passover… Happy Spring

May this day bring you joy and renewal

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4 Comments on “Easter. Sunday.”

  1. territerri Says:

    Just like any other Christian holiday, the true meaning of Easter seems to get lost behind the commercialism on Easter Sunday.

    Sorry about your park being a mess. How rude of those who use it for their celebrations not to clean up behind themselves! Around here, you won’t find the parks overflowing on Easter Sunday. The weather is still too unpredictable this time of year, and even if it is pleasant enough, it’s usually not warm enough to spend the day outdoors.

    • oldereyes Says:

      I certainly didn’t mean to be critical. My Mom used to always comment about how much more seriously the Jews she knew celebrated their holidays. Like I said somewhere before, the big Jewish Holidays tend to be serious with the fun stuff associated with the smaller ones. I kinda figured you weren’t cavorting around outside at this time of year.

  2. Well, in the little village where I live -with weather conditions often a lot like they are in Terri’s end of the world -there is no park per se. Although, a week or two ago, there was an Easter Egg Hunt and a little “party” of sorts up behind the local Moose Hall. But why -or how -do we Christians get all hooked on things like the Easter Bunny as a symbol for this beautiful day for Christianity anyway? I’ve often wondered about that.
    And also, just wanted to say too that I really love the sky photo you posted -very pretty, great colors there!

    • oldereyes Says:

      It is curious. As I said to Terri, the major Jewish Holidays tend to be serious with the fun stuff associated with smaller holidays like Hannukah and Purim. Plus, being a minority religion, businesses don’t have much interest in commercializing everything.

      Wish I’d taken the picture … I found it on the web.

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