I’ve been having yet another interesting discussion with a teenager on my blog. (I might point out that she threatened me with the fact that she was a teenager. You’ll see what I said.)
She was complaining about the Jesus image I posted on last years’ Easter podcast. Here it is:
Whoops, wrong Jesus. I meant this:
This illustrates, in a humorous way, that Jesus and his story really was partly born out of the original easter story. The real “reason for the season,” as it were.
Feeling guilty about arriving late one spring, the Goddess Ostara saved the life of a poor bird whose wings had been frozen by the snow. She made him her pet or, as some versions have it, her lover. Filled with compassion for him since he could no longer fly (in some versions, it was because she wished to amuse a group of young children), Ostara turned him into a snow hare and gave him the gift of being able to run with incredible speed so he could protect himself from hunters. In remembrance of his earlier form as a bird, she also gave him the ability to lay eggs (in all the colors of the rainbow, no less), but only on one day out of each year.
Eventually the hare managed to anger the goddess Ostara, and she cast him into the skies where he would remain as the constellation Lepus (The Hare) forever positioned under the feet of the constellation Orion (the Hunter). He was allowed to return to earth once each year, but only to give away his eggs to the children attending the Ostara festivals that were held each spring. The tradition of the Easter Bunny had begun.
The Hare was sacred in many ancient traditions and was associated with the moon goddesses and the various deities of the hunt. In ancient times eating the Hare was prohibited except at Beltane (Celts) and the festival of Ostara (Anglo-Saxons), when a ritual hare-hunt would take place.
Read the conversation here.
Yes, I am speaking to a kid. But nothing I said was anything I wouldn’t say to a kid’s face. I feel really bad for kids who are caught up in occult practices like christianity, and I feel bad that she has been taught by a society of fretful parents and an overbearing school system that it is “wrong” to mock beliefs. It isn’t wrong. It is essential, and I will continue to say it.
I don’t know if any kid will comprehend what I say. But I know that it has happened. Kids are not so stupid that they cannot stop and think about their beliefs, if they are right, and why they believe them. Even kids in believer families, like mine.