In England today there are chocolate eggs and rabbits. In France the church bells are silent as the bells of St Peter’s fly to the children, tied with ribbons and flowers.
Across the world images that combine the Christian and the older pagan festivals of spring and rebirth abound, hijacked by a consumerism that somehow forgets the sacredness of both. Yet today, for once, the shops are closed.
For those who follow a pagan path this season is one of the renewal of life after the darkness of winter, a time for the rebirth of the sun, the exuberance of spring.
In the fields young lambs gambol and play; birds are busy with nest building... even the kites are flying over with their beaks full… A grey and cloudy day cannot dull the blaze of green and gold that is an English spring.
For those who follow the path of Nature, confirmation of their belief is all around. You can feel it in the woods and on the hills, in field and valley… everything is bursting into life.
For those who follow the Christ, this is the holiest season, the time when Jesus, crucified and entombed, rose again.
It is on this event that the Christian faith is based.
That in purely literal and physical terms this is not possible makes it a miracle, something beyond the understanding of logic and science, and it is this that forms the foundation of faith; that knowing of the soul that goes beyond reason.
There is no confirmation in the world around us, there is no objective proof… no comfortable reassurance.
You simply accept the teachings of the Church or you do not… or you feel Truth in your heart and that is enough, regardless of logic, teaching or dogma.
Faith... not religion… is a very personal thing, an intimate thing, and none among us has the right to judge the faith of another, to discount or degrade it, to ridicule or dismiss.
It sings to heart and soul. It is the personal relationship between the innermost being and the Highest, however we choose or need to perceive It.
There is a purity in true faith that shines and radiates, no matter what religion, path or denomination shapes the outer form. Faith is always a thing of the Inner world, regardless of the way it manifests in the outer realm in which we live.
There are many who were raised within a nominally Christian society who accept without question in childhood when the impossible is perfectly feasible and it is no more challenging to believe in Resurrection than it is to believe in fairies or dragons.
There is comfort in a faith that shows a way to live that is based on love and which has love at its ultimate blessing.
There is comfort too in the knowledge that there is no loss of self after death… only believe and follow the tenets of that faith and you will be with the Father in Heaven.
There are those too who come to their faith through life, growing into it gently or with the lightning flash of personal revelation, finding within it the answers to the questions of the soul.
Yet there are many who do not find faith in that way, who look at the anomalies of the biblical stories and find them impossible to reconcile.
They question and find no answers within the Church and yet feel that within the heart of the story there is something.
Perhaps they begin to read the stories with a detached discernment that allows them to question the disparity between the political ramifications of a powerful Church that has constructed a body of teaching to suit its needs over the past two thousand years.
Perhaps they see the stories as a symbolic journey of the soul… an initiatory experience echoing even older tales. Perhaps they look beyond the letter of the words to the spirit of them.
A blind acceptance seldom addresses the questions of the heart. Many are raised within a religion and yet pay only lip service to its outer form, feeling a gnawing void where the kernel of faith should reside.
There are many too who, having questioned and found the literal tales wanting, have searched behind them and come by unorthodox routes to a deep faith.
The exoteric Church may not suffice, but there is a Light behind it, behind all religions, that draws the seeker, often by strange pathways towards a single centre of
Truth that is greater than the sum of the pathways we walk.
In the Christian story of Easter it is the Son of Man who is crucified, sacrificing himself for our redemption.
Yet it is the Christ who rises, different, unknown to those closest to Him, a Mystery. For those who find faith that Mystery may take many forms and names, or none, remaining Nameless and formless as the One.
I wonder if anyone can redeem another, or simply show the way for the sacrifice of Self to something greater and deeper than we now know.
Perhaps in walking that path we can come to understanding, to a knowing of the heart that surpasses knowledge and transcends doubt; to a place that knows neither fact nor fiction… to the awakening touch of the inner Christ that is the Light within.