Good Friday

I was raised Catholic. I have a big Catholic family. At times, though, I have struggled with my religion-- never my faith, just religion. In recent years I've come to the conclusion that I don't believe in organised religion. (Part of this coming from how much I really hate the Catholic church at the moment, and how much not-better the other Christian religions are). I stand by my own selection of values taken from many different faiths. No matter how my "religion" has varied, I have always had faith. I am a spiritual person at heart. I want to believe in something or someone bigger than me.

I won't ruminate on the subject now- this is the subject of the big three (religion, politics, and the Great Pumpkin) I get in MOST trouble talking about.

However- I will say this. In spite of my religious struggles, the traditions I was taught as a little Catholic schoolgirl still carry through. I may not go to church as often as I should, but I still wake up on Good Friday and think of the struggles of one human man who fought for love and peace. I think of how hard he fought... For me. And for you. And your family, and my family, and anyone else. I always get emotional this time of year... The story of Jesus Christ is too overwhelming for me sometimes. Whether he is your saviour, or he's just a swear word, whether you see him as a guy in clown makeup and a Superman shirt (my preference) or a dark skinned road-weary Jewish man, whether he is the son of your god or the prophet of someone else's- take a moment, just a moment today, to think of all that he did in his short time on Earth.

And, if you don't believe it-- it's an awfully good story, isn't it?
Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici