I was a down this Easter, because I was thinking about the possibility that the Passion of the Christ did not actually happen. Now why would I think that? As it turns out, Jesus was not the first to be born on December 25th, by a virgin, in front of three wise men, grew up to be a prophet, was betrayed, nailed to a tree, died and rose three days later. In a nut shell, the story of Christ predates Christ.
Disturbing.
Now many people will argue that any evidence supporting what I just outlined was manufactured and planted by others to discredit Christianity. However, we do use pagan holidays dates to celebrate Christian holidays. Christmas and Easter, to name two biggies.
In fact, death and rebirth are common themes in the great mythology of man. Read some books by Joseph Campbell, if you dont trust me.
Then I began to think that the real meaning of Easter has been lost over the centuries; how the Passion of The Christ is an allegory for us. In our lives we go through many deaths and rebirths. We die to our old self, and are reborn.
Lately, my life has been hitting some rough spots. Those who once cheered me, are no longer there. Others are screaming for my head. (People like to see people fall. It makes them easier to kick.) The question is, when do you let the old self die? When do you stop fighting? When to you just hand all of it over and say, "It is finished." I dont know. Its hard to let go, when you dont know what is next.
When the Man-God dies, he knows he will rise again.
The rest of us, we are not so sure.
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