This one, we're going to pretend I wrote on Sunday.
12. on dates that shouldn't matter
today is not easter.
i know this,
the way i know
that we make the cross right shoulder first,
that communion comes with bread, not wafers,
and that jesus was born in a cave,
not a manger.
it doesn't matter,
because i had both easters growing up,
because arguments about calendars
and theology i never understood
shouldn't matter to me anymore.
i know now
that the god summoned by byzantine chants
cares more about rules than reality,
that the god who answers to a man with a funny hat in rome
(as opposed to a man with a funny hat in constantinople)
apparently doesn't care about the kids abused by his priests,
that the god who lets you wear jeans to church and tries to be cool
still thinks women are less than men and gay people go to hell,
and that the gods who think a cross is just the letter t
don't make any sense to me either.
my sense of reason
(something i do believe in)
suggests that logically,
easter is just another sunday.
but another voice,
a deeper intuition
that awakens in the presence
of icons and incense,
says it still means something
and that today is not easter.
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