Hope, Faith, Redemption

By the time you are reading this, you must have already come across some Easter Message from someone in power. I have never really taken Easter Messages seriously before; and I wonder how many Filipinos out there actually watch out for these annual homilies. But I do recognize that being a predominantly Catholic country, we must constantly remind ourselves that the bedrock of our existence lie in the Easter messages of hope, faith, and redemption. But given the way Holy Week has somehow lost its meaning, I doubt very much if these annual attempts at profundity has any significance to the ordinary Filipino.

My family was never big on Easter Sundays. I actually held my first easter egg when I was already working when some well-meaning friends would bring left-over colored eggs from their easter egg hunts. I do know that eggs and rabbits have long been the favored symbol of spring and abundance and that Easter came from the name of some Pagan goddess of spring. But I am sure that someone out there will offer a better theological perspective to the Easter symbols.

Happy Easter everyone!

Comments

Empress Kaiserin said…
i understand your opinion. it's the same here. the holy week is our only chance to take that elusive rest that we all deserve. anyway, happy easter egg hunting!
12:30 PM
Being Jerome Daclison said…
I read your entry about Mae. I think that is the meaning of Easter. We are always reminded that in death we somehow feel that there exists hope of achieving the ultimate happiness and/or redemption with the impending reunion with our creator. Happy easter, bong! :-)
4:53 PM
Anonymous said…
Yeah...I remember the first time I held my eggs, too...uh, anyway...

The news shook the sabaw out of my skull. Sayang talaga. I wasn't able to send my deepest condolences to Mae's fam. I also wanted to see the truth with my own eyes, but I guess it's better this way. I'd rather keep the memory of Mae in my head as alive and happy as possible...if there really is a heaven, I hope she's in its presidential suite. Rest in peace...
5:50 PM
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