The Red Brick Times

Since Christianity is about being a creation of, and therefore a part of, a greater whole, it was developed from primal roots. "Eat or Be Eaten" seems to be the root primacy, and Christianity incorporated the sacrament of Communion as an institutionalized acceptance of the rule of nature. The survival of the species is at the core of Christianity, but raised to a non-corporeal level.

So go and look at the site Easter Symbols and Food, wherein is shown that Christians, like other cultists, are not above eating the lesser forms of life that represent tenets of their faith.

For example: "Among the popular Easter symbols, the lamb is by far the most significant of this great feast. The Easter lamb, representing Christ, with the flag of victory, may be seen in pictures and images in the homes of every central and eastern European family. The oldest prayer for the blessing of lambs can be found in the seventh-century sacramentary (ritual book) of the Benedictine monastery, Bobbio in Italy. Two hundred years later Rome had adopted it, and thereafter the main feature of the Pope's Easter dinner for many centuries was roast lamb."

Who says Christianity isn't a blood-thirsty practice? Little wonder that Buddhists, Hindus and Moslems look at Christian culture with some suspicion and mistrust. That, plus the unfortunate tendency to launch crusades and sing martial hymns about fighting and winning and crushing foes, cast it in an uncertain light. As an aside, the marital hymns also have these themes. Hmm. Eastern religious philosophy seems to have included less violence and more sex. Seems to be a better way to insure the survival of the species. And more in line with the ostensible message of Easter ("Life, Life, and More Life!").

Anyway, lambnibalism, egg-hoarding, bunny-watching and piggishness are all explored, along with the revelation that the Washington D.C. egg-rolling originally took place on the lawns at the US Capitol, until 'they' decided that the grasseous estate was more important than the children's fun. Bunch of hard-boiled old eggnoggins, 'they'. At least the President saw a PR opportunity and opened the White House lawns to the little beasts.

Here's to the Vernal Equinox. Balance ye eggshells while ye may. Strong winds do shake the fragile orbs of May. And other persiflage and poesy.

Amen.

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