He is risen! Easter is the most important Christian feast day, the basis of our belief. No other faith reaches out to you and gives, no rules, no works, just pure love. Beat that.
On Good Friday we had the best attended church service in Tamsweg for a long time. Heidi featured a song by Alfred Frey, the lamb of God, which focused on scripture, quite beautiful, set me up as we don’t have a Sunday service this year!
Now on Saturday, the television news was so horrible, I felt it quite reflected the inbetween time before the resurrection. Swingle and I walked up the lane in pouring rain, it was all greys and browns, it could have been November. Tupperware weather when you feel shut in by the clouds. Now I’m tussling with giving away three of my Easter eggs to Linda, Christian and Kerstin. Would leave me with only one, but would I eat four, really???
The boys have been round with the Easter rattles, scaring the evil spirits away. There were three groups around, seems there us a bit of private enterprise going on! Its rained so much, the Easter fires are going to need a bit of extra help! We’re having a lazy weekend, back to holiday houses on Monday with two late bookings, and a new English course for me on Friday. But tonight, we’ll look at the neighbours fire out of the window!
I can remember the time I stopped eating butter and margarine for Lent, and it surprised me just how difficult it made life! As I’ve said, this Lent I read Andrew Wommack’s new book, Living in God’s best. I read it twice and for people seeking healing and changes in their lives, it is a really powerful book. Yes, you are made to face up to the fact that we’re the weak factor, not God. But he has all these permanent blessings for us to live in, health, happiness, peace, financial security, and more. It’s turned my Christian thinking upside down. Its manifested in the healing of our dog and our finances. And I’ve even got Dave to read it too.
I looked at the parable of the Prodigal Son too, as for so long I had felt the second son had a just cause. I read lots of explanations, which put him as the Sadducee, who Jesus was really knocking at that time. But that didn’t balance with the other guy being Jesus. That wasn’t the point. It’s God’s unconditional love for us, the lost and found. Still didn’t quite get it. It was only when I saw the language unpicked, that I could see what a bad relationship the second son had with his Dad. He did already have all his inheritance, and his Dad went after him to get him to join in. There are different words used but build the same meaning in all versions. The second son hadn’t lived in a good relationship with his Dad, he had served or slaved for him. He had never got a goat to feast on with his friends, not the family, excluding the family. I suddenly had the picture of the son, who for what ever reason had taken against his family and was an angry, self pitying twit. It wasn’t that he was wasn’t a loved member of the family, he was a pain in the neck. And while I once identified with him for feeling left out, I no longer do. In my childhood, I was on the outside of my family at times while within it, especially when my brothers where around. I now get it that I did have self pity, maybe it had a cause or not, but no longer do I identify with the Prodigal son’s bro!
I’ve blogged about this local tradition several times, there’s a link below. This year, things are changing. Some bright spark built one with a star on it last year, so now people are building them five sided, one a twist and like the one above, rather than a straightforward tower. They’re usually built by the Land Youth group, very efficiently with chain saws and hoists and plenty of beer. But this one below, was built by a local family, a real wonkey donkey, but I guess some kids had such fun making it.And here’s the one from Ramingstein. Since theirs was burnt down two years ago, they’ve left it later and later, as I write today on Maunday Thursday, its still in flatpack form!!It also means that everyone with trees to chop down have had more time to dump them here! Its been really dry the past couple of weeks, and windy too, resulting in a fire by the railway this week. It makes me wonder if there will more call outs this Saturday for the fire brigade!
I’m wondering as I write in advance, if this Easter will be another white one. After all Christmas was green. But I guess it doesn’t really matter. Amongst all the customs here in the Lungau, the Easter evening fires, the Church service and blessings of the Ham and cheeses in the church, trees hung with china easter eggs and of course a little Easter Chocolate, I feel we’re a small step nearer keeping the truth and wonder of Easter than in the UK. Even if the day is filled with custom, people are thinking of Jesus (although maybe in a small way), whereas in the UK its become a family festival with no meaning, oh and don’t offend those Muslims by talking about it. I know where I’d rather be.
As you hide the Easter eggs, prepare a huge meal, meet with the family, pause for a minute and try and remember just why we are having this holiday. I bet less than 50% of you will mutter something about a cross and Jesus but get no further. Such a Shame. If you delved in just a little, maybe you would find why this day is so special and can mean so much to you. No religion, no rules, no years of misinterpretation. Read the gospel of Mark like a book and maybe you’ll begin to get an inkling! Blessings on this day of days!