Where do I start from? I guess from Easter morning. I had gone over to my friends place over the Good Friday weekend and she is a Christian. That introduction should be enough. Right then diving into the story- so at 4am Sunday morning, we marched to their church. The ambiance was set by the wind, the trucks, the rising sun and the chirping cawing birds, as we sang hymns and discussed breakfast plans. Now the ceremony was mostly a blur. But then father started talking about the crucification of Christ. Jesus Christ had stones hurled at him, his followers forsake him in fear, nails were driven through his hands and feet, a crown of thorns was placed on his head and on his last breath he said 'forgive them father'. That is so powerful. I mean can you imagine that strength that love. To understand the contrast here is an example- at that moment I was making faces at the kid who shoved me aside to light his candle first (he was making them back too). There is s...
philosophies of an oddball