In my house, there is a strange religion that sometimes I seem to caricature, My mother, raised with nuns, he vowed never pray that the sky was already won after so many years, "rosary" as she herself says. My dad. Scientific. Not say more, except that mixing Buddhism and the Tao Te Ching and the Hatha Yoga, in addition to Christianity, materialism and humanism. The curious thing is that he thinks Jesus lived with yogis in India and that his powers were due to the ability to use energy with the hands, then he has in his study a portrait of Jesus meditating.
What is certain is that for this reason I have never seen the Easter as the day Christ died, suffered, suffered, blah, blah ... for our sins, but a week of family outing, with reflection (meditation) and included rare visit to the monuments in the churches of the day (because you have to take pictures and do the Lord's Prayer) and for everyone out their tasks.
But there's something I have always drawn attention to these dates, especially on Good Friday. Why that day, everything gets so dark and gloomy?
I've never talked about it with my parents because I probably would double each deschavetada response, but I think that someday it would be great to hear the version budo-tao-meta-hata-scientific issue and that of a puritanical Christian , deserter, disillusioned and tired.
I think my statement about this is that all the faults of people secrete a dangerous substance or something that tarnishes the day. Even the best man in the world if you do not feel guilty for their sins then yes-thirties many lashes he received Christ and are repeated in January thousand less than the best versions ... Jesus Christ Superstar.
addition to these television versions, add the acts of contrition of the grandmothers and aunts solteritas, the bells of the church, singing "Sorry sir pity, if great are my sins, the greater your kindness "the Mrs. procession with bloody knees who think their sins are washed with physical pain, flagellants of Santo Tomas, Atlantic and other Colombian-Christian acts that if I mention never end.
plants should be cut that day. I think the substance that makes them grow more beautiful, because it is fixed and holding it so beautiful that it seems spring.
After this day of so much pain and suffering, people have a day of waiting, is called the "Sabbath of Solitude" and literally feel this way, the streets alone, lonely souls, all alone, as in " pause "and then this comes Sunday, often with bright sunshine and a different climate. Must be that people know that the environment the substance drains on Saturday for Sunday is completely beautiful. Then "Solitude" is a key Colombian-Christian which means something like "Curfew."
there anything you always envy of all this mythical time and though I become ultra-Orthodox Catholic Christian I can instill this holism so rare in my home, does not flourish as a miracle plant, or revives the sun from the darkness of the mist. That something is the belief.
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