I used to love attending Mass on Easter Sunday morning. During my days as a believer, I always felt that not nearly enough emphasis was placed on Easter, which was supposed to be the centerpiece of the Christian faith. The ressurection story is inspiring. Actually, the story of Jesus' whole life is inspiring.
Easter always meant getting a new dress and new shoes, going to Mass with my family, a truly awe inspiring Easter dinner at one of my aunts' houses and a collosal Easter egg hunt.
I loved the singing, the symbolism, the pretty little springy dresses and the massive bunch of Easter lillies on the altar.
Now that my feelings toward God and organized religion have changed, I'm here to tell you that I never truly believed that Jesus actually rose from the dead to heaven. I never believed in the virgin birth either. It feels really good to get that off my chest.
I decided that I won't be going to Mass this year for Easter, for the first time in my entire life. Even though I don't believe in the reason for Easter, I'll still miss it.
