It's here again. The time of year when we celebrate Jesus rising from the dead and hiding colored eggs around town for children to find.
Some two thousand years ago, when people were created of dirt. There was a lady who gave birth to God's son through the process of immaculate conception, or sex without touching. Jesus was magical and everyone hated Him for it, so they nailed Him to a cross. He died. Jesus was then wrapped in a sheet and put in a rock cave. The next morning Jesus' friends came to rub Him with spices, but alas, His corpse was gone. Where did It go? Later that day His friend the prostitute saw Him, claiming He rose from the dead, but no one believed Her because prostitutes are often crazy. Later that day two other people saw Him on their way to town, but they didn't know it was Him, because He had taken on a new shape (more magic). Finally, magical Jesus appeared to some disciples and told them more magical things, right before He was whisked up to heaven to sit on God's right hand.
Remember this story this weekend, remember the true meaning of the holiday. It's not about money and jellybeans, or brightly colored eggs, or that claymation special where everything looks kind of fuzzy like felt or something, but it's really clay from the 60s. I love that one. The real meaning of Easter is magic... and gullibility... and zombies.
Happy Easter.
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I learned at work that when Jesus came out of his tomb a bunch of bunnies bounced out with him and that is where we get the Easter Bunny. And they pooped out chocolate eggs which is why we eat chocolate eggs because we're eating bunny poop. And some of the eggs went missing and everyone searched for the eggs. Jesus found the first one so that is why we hunt for eggs.
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