Easter

I love Easter. This celebration has such a beautiful meaning. Resurrection, escape from death, being re-born. I was browsing the internet a bit to find some Easter-related ancient stories.

I found for example this one:

"The story of the Roman god, Mithras, is similar to the tale of Jesus Christ and his resurrection. Born at the winter solstice and resurrected in the spring, Mithras helped his followers ascend to the realm of light after death. In one legend, Mithras, who was popular amongst members of the Roman military, was ordered by the Sun to sacrifice a white bull. He reluctantly obeyed, but at the moment when his knife entered the creature's body, a miracle took place. The bull turned into the moon, and Mithras' cloak became the night sky. Where the bull's blood fell flowers grew, and stalks of grain sprouted from its tail."

(Source: http://paganwiccan.about.com/od/ostarathespringequinox/p/Ostara_History.htm)

Easter is not a time for groping through dusty, musty tomes or tombs to disprove spontaneous generation or even to prove life eternal.  It is a day to fan the ashes of dead hope, a day to banish doubts and seek the slopes where the sun is rising, to revel in the faith which transports us out of ourselves and the dead past into the vast and inviting unknown.  ~Author unknown, as quoted in the Lewiston Tribune

(Photo source: http://houseoflowers.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/Tulips-in-spring-flower-wallpapers-wallpaper-desktop-hd-free.jpg)