I
remember long ago, perhaps the fifth or sixth grade on an Easter Sunday,
wondering as the preacher spoke, “Why is Easter called Easter?” Of course I had no clue, and with so many other mysteries in my young life, I never did know… until yesterday!
And then, in a flash, it dawned on me:
Just as the East
resurrects dawn every day, so was the Son resurrected in Easter.
Pagan
or Christian, that had to be the
answer, and what an luminous and beautiful revelation it was!
This
self-discovered explanation was sufficient for me, but still I was intrigued to
consult Wiki, and delighted to discover that Ēostre (wherein you can clearly
hear Easter) was a Pagan goddess of the dawn.
So
it took fifty-some years to uncover a simple riddle
And how many more hundreds
or thousands of mysteries still lurk in the shadows?
More and more time to
discover these days...
Yet more and more mysteries
And now a race as the
synapses wane…
And such is life!!
