When I was a child Easter always came in conjunction with a week off from school, Spring Break.

Spring Break always came with Eastertide, but in the public schools were not allowed to call it Easter Break, on account of the separation between church and state. I am not sure when it happened, but at some point those conventions began to change, school boards stopped planning the spring break to coincide with Easter.

Perhaps this was due to a sensitivity to such constitutionally required separations, or maybe it was just because the Easter festivities follow an erratic cycle. It is our lunar holiday.

Easter, like Passover, follows Selene, the wandering Titaness, the silvery-moon.

Sometimes Easter comes as late as my birthday, April 22nd, Earth Day, other times it is as early as my sister Raney’s birthday, March 28th. In those years, when we were growing up we were able to experience the sense of being overlooked that other kids feel whose birthdays fall on holidays like Christmas or New Year’s Eve, Thanksgiving or Halloween.

In one sense Easter is about the palette of pastels, the donning of spring garments, the greening lawns and budding trees. It is about hard-boiled eggs died and hidden, and it is about jelly beans, chocolates and other candies.

There is an Easter feast, ham being the most common thing on the Easter table.

For many people Easter has little to do with the commemoration of the risen Christ, which is at the root of the holiday. Jesus, the new lawgiver leading the people to a new promised land.

When we were young we would always watch the Cecil B. De Mill epic, The Ten Commandments, featuring Charleton Heston as Moses, leading the people from bondage.

It was a tradition that more clearly connected the Christian holiday to the Jewish Passover than any sermon I ever heard in church.

My family did not go to church on Easter, we hardly ever went to church at all.

For many folks, Easter marks the equinox, a celebration of the change in the light, from the dark days of winter, to the brightening of the day. Whereas at solstice in winter we celebrate the lengthening of the day and the light’s return, at the equinox in spring we celebrate the rising of the sun’s arch, the increased warmth, and the thawing of the fields.

Easter and the equinox are slightly out of step, but the spring ritual is the same nevertheless.

Easter is a celebration of the risen Christ, it is a celebration of the power of life, over death the expectation of summer, planting and hope for the future.


A Homily – Mark 16:1 – 8 ©

The Gospel According to Mark – 2018.04.01


The Empty Tomb

His most faithful followers never abandoned him. They remained with him through his trial, while he was beaten and whipped, while he carried the cross up the hill and while he was crucified.

They watched him die, his most faithful followers remained with him.

They came to prepare his body for burial, to honor him, even while Peter and the disciples were in hiding, having sold him into captivity and abandoned him.

His most faithful followers came to anoint him, and they were the first to witness the empty tomb, the miracle of the resurrection, and to encounter the angel of God.

They heard the good news first, his most faithful followers, the women who were at his side.

The shared the gospel with the others. They were the first evangelists, the eyewitnesses to the empty tomb.


Jesus of Nazareth, who was Crucified, has Risen

When the sabbath was over, Mary of Magdala, Mary the mother of James, and Salome, bought spices with which to go and anoint him. And very early in the morning on the first day of the week they went to the tomb, just as the sun was rising.

They had been saying to one another, ‘Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance to the tomb?’ But when they looked they could see that the stone – which was very big – had already been rolled back. On entering the tomb they saw a young man in a white robe seated on the right-hand side, and they were struck with amazement. But he said to them, ‘There is no need for alarm. You are looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified: he has risen, he is not here. See, here is the place where they laid him. But you must go and tell his disciples and Peter, “He is going before you to Galilee; it is there you will see him, just as he told you.”’


Easter Sunday – Easter

Emergence 3.0 – Section Two, The Continuum; Part Twelve, The Empire; Chapter Seven, The Emperor

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 091, April 1st, 2018

Chapter Seven: The Emperor

The Empire was organized hierarchically, like a great pyramid, with the Emperor at the top. The Emperor was viewed by all of the people as the living manifestation of their will. The Emperor was the one person who must be obeyed at all times. The Emperor managed everything pertaining to the normal function of life and society, all of the material resources, but most importantly the Emperor commanded the armed forces of a million worlds.

The Emperor was the focal point, the sword tip, the apex of the vast galactic civilization which imagined itself ruling the lives of countless people.

Only the priesthood operated outside the Emperors sphere of influence, technically, in reality the Emperor had great sway over priests, especially in the lower orders, among the corrupt, and those who could be bought and sold.

The Emperor was actually an Observer. The station he occupied was one of the many bridges that had been established, connecting the functions of Imperial government directly to the Continuum. The Emperor, whose word was law, who ruled by decree, whose will was imperative, he was the Pontifex Rex.

The role of Emperor had been filled by many Observers over time. Handing out the position of supreme authority was one of the rewards that the Continuum used to coerce members of the Observer Corps into doing its bidding.

With an obedient Observer safely ensconced in the role of Emperor, the Continuum was able to effectuate its will throughout the million worlds of the Imperium.

Most of the direction the Continuum gave to the Emperor was merely intended to generate the drama which the Collective craved, to feed it. This violation of the standards of the Observer Corps, of the rules against intervention were seen as an absolutely necessary means of control over the vast and sprawling civilization.

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