Postby Zarn Ishtare » Mon Aug 07, 2006 4:20 am
Kaligraphic makes an excellent point; now allow me to make a few more:
1. I am a long-time lover of C.S. Lewis's books of theology, philosophy, and poetry. The man was an Apostle of God and a writer of the first order.
2. Yes, Easter is a pagan holiday, celebrating a diety by the same name, though I believe the latter is spelled "Eastre". The Egg, the Maypole, and several other traditional Easter symbols (Though the Easter Bunny is sadly absent from that list) are metaphorical references do various ideals which escape me at this present time. However, the event was much similiar in spirit, as it was considered a time of re-birth and celebration. The date we celebrate Christ-Mass on was once the saturnalia for Mithras, an ancient god much celebrated by Roman legionarres.
3. This being said, in no way are these holidays evil in and of themselves. The Church, instead of trying to establish a new day, saved time and took old ones, offering good alternatives to Pagan feast days and observances. Christ was actually probably born sometime in or near Febuary, or later in the year. (We arrive at this conclusion through the interpretation certain scripture that references the sheperds out with their sheep. Traditionally, later in the year, sheperds would stay outside, but earlier, in the winter and cold, they would stay in caves. just a fun fact.)
4. This whole thing is probably a joke. If it isn't, however, I do believe that I should paraphrase another good englishman, and I hope you'll all join me is saying this...."Go boil your silly bottoms, you silly low-minded pig-dogs! Your mother was a goat, and your father smelt of Elderberries!"
5. There is no point five. I just thought I'd bask here in my own levity for a moment. Ok, basking concluded. You may now return to your regular viewing station.
With your doubt, all is comfort
We are all as we appear
No more questions left unanswered
No more wonder, no more fear
Nothing is beauty, nothing's feeling
Blood where there once was a soul
So I ask you, prove yourself
Make me believe that you are whole