Easter I guess represents a time of rebirth, newness, and beliefs of Christ rising up from the tomb. Read no more if you don't want my Easter tirade, sermon and words on this solemn day.

I warned you gentle reader, read on…

Easter much like Christmas to me has lost it's meaning in the pursuit of toys, bunnies, eggs, peeps and perpetual madness around all things Easter. I guess I find Easter the most hypocritical of the "church" holidays. It's a day on the church calendar that is well represented by many many folks whom normally don't go to church sans weddings and funerals and sometimes, but less so in recent years midnight mass on Christmas Eve. I walk a journey with God each day, I am a fan of the artist Jesus but just don't like going to see him live and in concert. I am not witnessing here to be judged by anyone but the good Lord himself rather I just find the insanity of it all silly and somewhat sad.

Prayer and conversations with the Lord, be it in a church, a foxhole in combat, the corner of a bar seeking solace in a bottle for past sins or walking in a field of flowers in my view carries the same weight as sitting in a pew at the finest cathedral hearing choirs sing praise to thee.

Driving home today from seeing Kayla at BGSU I was lost in thought on my 2 hours of insane boredom on I-80. Tracy and Sarah were both deep into reading books and I had the music on as white noise in the background. I got to being thankful for everything in my life- My Wife, Kids, Home, Job, Friends and a million other things. I got to praying silently as I do lest people around me think I am possessed? Giving thanks, rather than "asking" for something when I pray must have something to do with being blessed? Deep thoughts I know but it really got me thinking about it all. As if an answer to my prayer and thoughts Tracy finished her book and we got on a pretty philosophical discussion on how lucky we both are. Crazy right? Here I am in our car having this chat with my buddy JC and my Wife takes over where I left off.

Some might cal me a hypocrite cause I don't go to church? To each his own. I don't (try not to at least) judge and just live my life as best I can. I woke up this morning as I do every Easter, dreading it and all the hypocrisy that is associated with it and yet by sundown today it was just the opposite. Yeah, maybe I don't hate Easter after all…

*I still hate rabbits- they are creepy sneaky little bastards!