Daily Archives: 27 . March . 2005

Easter Sunday

Man improves himself as he follows his path; if he stands still, waiting to improve before he makes a decision, he’ll never move.
-Paulo Coelho

Easter was usually a non-event while I was growing up, unless we took advantage of the long weekend (which in Canada, was usually Good Friday or Easter Monday, and sometimes both) to go visit friends in Kingston or Toronto (both in Ontario). This was not because my parents were non-believers, per se, but they simply didn’t take part in the whole church thing. So I grew up either a) wondering what it was that I was missing, since some folks seemed to have a great time with their church social life, or b) extremely grateful that I didn’t have to drag my ass to church every Sunday.

Fabric Postcard

My mother was of the opinion that one could worship God where ever one was, since she believed that God was within each of us, and my father, if he ever had a differing opinion, silently complied and we never knew what it was. I think he figured he was beyond redemption anyway.

So for many years I either joined friends at their respective churches, learning about their beliefs, or went out on my own to seek out truth. But what is truth, really? All religion is manmade. The word of God filtered through the human condition. I am sure every prophet is well-intentioned, but really, like in a game of telephone, what ends up coming out the other end, especially after centuries of change in dialect, translation and personal filters?

I think what I’ve learned over the years is that truth is something that is innate (unless, of course, you are devoid of any moral and social conscience; someone with sociopathic tendencies). Most of us have this fundamental ability to know what is right, what the right thing to do is. Whether we listen and/or comply to that innate instinct is something else entirely.

The best we can do is be the best that we can be. That is all.