The Gore

I love the holidays. Who doesn't? But I hate Easter and everything that's got to do with it. Yesterday I was called a heathen. But really I'm not. I just don't like celebrating the horror and torture of a man as good as Jesus. Because He just didn't deserve all that. And no, I don't care if He did it to save me. That was way too much. Easter statues give me the creeps. I hate looking at them, they're so full of blood and gore. Is the horrid death of a good person really something nice to celebrate? I think not. I don't care if I should at least go and have a look at the facade of some church, I'm staying put. Tomorrow will be worse, because we have a tradition of going to take a good look at all the gore represented in processional statues. Thanks, but no thanks. It's really not my style at all. I will probably be watching Living TV which seems to be a whole lot similar to me in the respect that it too doesn't give a hoot about Easter and the horrible death of a good man. I will of course celebrate happy things such as birthdays, because that is what Christmas is all about. But I will not celebrate deaths, especially when they are made to look so poignant so as to outwit the next village. And I will still smoke and drink Diet Coke, because I don't think God will love me any less if I do. And if I decide to crack open a figolla (which really is the only good thing about Easter) on Good Friday, I don't think I will fill God with wrath. Then again why is it called GOOD Friday if it is all about blood, gore, and crucifixions? It should be called GORY Friday instead. I can see nothing good about the whole thing. And my mum will ask if I've sacrificed something, to which I will answer of course not, and which will assure a lengthy sermon about the possibility of my going to hell. But I won't go to hell, at least not tomorrow. It's also a no meat policy. Which really, in this day and age makes no sense. I am carnivorous, but I also like fish, veg and a whole lot of other things. Stupid policy. There will probably also be a no sex policy, but who cares about that? Does God really want us to be sad for a day? I guess not. I've had enough sad days to last me a hundred lifetimes. And I hope God was there looking on, although it didn't feel like it at the time. I've had my own mourning, my own grief, and if God is really God, then he knows that looking at all the gory statues will harm me immensely. Because I have been crucified myself. And nobody turned up in hundreds to watch and pray for me. And no, I'm not bitter. I just know what would send me reeling back to the big black dingy hole. And if God is love, then He wouldn't want his daughter to be sad just for the sake of being sad. God wouldn't force His daughter to see one image which would turn back the clock 8 years. Because there is one part of the whole story which I cannot take. So I will just pretend that it's just like any other Friday. Because God would want me to be happy. At least I think so.