April 23, 2013
Bad Things Happen, ME Newsletter, Vol. 6, Issue 17
Growing up holidays were more about tradition than religion. Most of the time, they centered about food. Passover Seder dictates historical, emotionally significant dishes; matzoh, bitter herbs, haroseth. Hamantashen for Purim reminded us of Haman’s triangular shaped hat. On Yom Kippur we ate honey and apples to bring us into a sweet new year.
So, I’ve been thinking about Christmas, and Easter, and although there are traditional family recipes we expect to enjoy, there isn’t any specific holiday-honoring food demonstrating or pictorially representing the birth and death and rebirth of Jesus. That is handled in Communion.
Hallmark holidays are pretty much the only ones where no one has suffered. Unless you count the childbirth suffering required in order to participate in a Mother’s Day of your own, in which case I’d have to agree, but not from experience. In the same way, very few of us can claim the direct experience of having lived the history of any given holiday, still we understand the significance of the events
Most Holy Days are set as reminders rooted in seriousness. Bad things happen. National holidays follow this rote, as well. Their main purpose is reflection; often on gruesome events with a “whew” sort of subtext. First the horror or the hardship, then delayed thankfulness.
Freedoms are a huge part of it. I’m having trouble applying that to now, as waves of upset, strife, mass shootings, mass knifings, and explosions rock our world and our souls to the core. I, for one, remain caught; swaying between the repercussions of ’HIS will be done,’ and crying out for intervention.
Posted by jaselin at April 23, 2013 06:03 PM