Today's Tids Issue 5,787
Happy Easter:
As dark and as bleak as Good Friday always feels to me, I know there is a Brightness that comes each Easter Morn that is impossible to define. As Mary’s wept neath a cross atop an ugly hill. As soldiers mocked and went upon heartlessly following orders they had, Jesus spoke to his father above through the human pain from nails piercing his hands, “Father forgive them for they no not what they do” :My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me.”; “I thirst.”; “I am finished.” After a mere thirty-three years on earth, it was time. He died for us.
There is no news today that can't wait til Monday. No jokes necessary because there are smiles in our hearts knowing the gloom will pass into a most beautiful Sunday morning beyond human comprehension.
So Happy Easter, E-v-e-t-b-o-d-y. Every single one of you who puts up with this verbal mess. Maybe it's your sacrifice in life. It's always good to sacrifice something in this life because love and understanding grow stronger.
One of the basic rules of Tids’ writing I try to follow is to not repeat myself. Yet I have to always repeat the finale of the Mahler 2nd Symphony, "The Resurrection". It just speaks to me of the grandeur of a real Easter Morning. Interestingly this performance in London's Royal Albert Hall is conducted by Gustavo Dudamel, a Venezuelan. The orchestra is the Simon Bolivar Youth Orchestra of Venezuela. It should remind us that beyond the dictator and negative perceptions in that country, and so many more, there are real people. Amazing people. People like us who love and cry and strive. Why are they forgotten somehow. So, this Easter morn hear the music, feel for a person you cannot see, you do not know. And don’t eat too much chocolate.
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