Easter is symbolic of new beginnings. Conveniently timed to coincide with things like dogwoods in bloom, longer days and warmer temperatures, Easter is the holiday I’ve always viewed as a renewal of my personal hope and faith in things to come. Please understand that my faith is sort of like the waves of the ocean; it rises high at times, falls low at others, but through it all, there’s a strong undertow that’s pulling me in one direction. I figure my early Sunday School education has something to do with that undertow.
So why, when my faith is being renewed not only by Easter but also by the fulfilled promise of spring itself, am I thinking of the end of the world? Could it be my old horror roots are seeping into my consciousness again?
Far from it. I happened across an article about end-of-the-world bunkers, designed to help you survive the 2012 doomsday many predict because of the end of the Mayan calendar. I couldn’t help but smile. If the end of the world really IS coming in 2012 (and I doubt we’d have a calendar to tell us so), do you want to survive buried in the earth? Could you hide from God down there — and why would you want to?
So, on the next to the last Easter on the Mayan calendar (and the Mayans didn’t celebrate Easter as far as I know), I’m renewing a resolution I try to remind myself of every so often. Tomorrow is never a guarantee, regardless of the date, so I will live today the best way I know how.