I spent the weekend up in Jacksonville with my family for Easter. My little sister, who is going to college at University of Florida, drove by and picked me up since it was on her way to Jacksonville. It was the first time I ever got to talk to her alone as adults and learn what kind of person she has become now. I really think she’s amazing, and I’m extremely proud of her and how she was able to earn a scholarship at UF and wants to major in Business Management. I’m glad we got to talk, it made me feel a lot closer to my little sister.
The family is pretty much the same. We had grilled hamburgers and bratwursts, with macaroni and potato salads. It’s been years since I’ve had grilled bratwursts, and they were really good. Not the way I like it though (cooked in beer first, then grilled with lemon juice squeezed over it.)
I also finally got to see The Passion of the Christ too. It was as I expected it to be, extremely powerful and emotional, making me think about a lot of things I pretty much avoided in the past. I even think the movie is changing me as I type this, because I question the truth, as I always have, but now I’m just delving a little further to find out the answers in life. I think the movie has such an impact because my generation grew up on movies. The Bible worked for the past generations, because they didn’t rely on movies to have something conveyed to them, but a movie has a much more powerful effect. It made me feel I have a better personal understanding of who Jesus is, and what he means to us.
The people griping about the movie being too violent, or even anti-semitic, are focusing on the negative more than they should. Jesus wasn’t about negative, only positive. So by focusing on the negatives, they’re essentially ruining the whole beliefs that he stood for. The only negative the movie gave me is that it made me want to punch Satan in the face, if I were to ever meet the punk. I just think we should focus what the movie was about, the sacrifice Jesus made, the changing of the world from that point on, and the basic human common sense to love one another, no matter what religion, creed, skin color, or opinions any person may have.
Needless to say, it was an interesting Easter weekend, that didn’t yield any chocolate bunnies.