My housemates were dying eggs for Easter yesterday. Someone walked in and asked, "Do I have to love Jesus to dye an egg?" Someone responded, "We're dying eggs for fun! We're not trying to turn you into a Christian."
This exchange would normally catch my interest, but due to my current enrollment in Intro to Religious Studies, I was enthralled.
Here are the things I found most interesting about this situation:
1. People seem to think that 'loving Jesus' and 'being a Christian' are interchangeable terms. I beg to differ. When someone says "I love Jesus" I hear that person speaking of a very personal relationship--two individuals in relation to each other. One person's love of Jesus could be completely different from another person's love of Jesus. Additionally, an individual can love Jesus without subscribing to a set of beliefs/customs/etc. Being a Christian seems to imply a commitment or affiliation to a set of beliefs/customs/etc. within a social group. That is not to say that there can't be overlap between the two ideas--but their inherent meanings are distinctly different.
2. The custom of egg-dying developed as a Pagan practice. The egg has long been a symbol of new life/rebirth and many cultures have utilized this symbol in celebrations of new years and new life in spring time. Egg-dying was adopted by Christians as a way to celebrate the birth/rebirth (resurrection) of Jesus.
With both of these ideas in mind, one's view of the exchange can potentially change from mildly amusing to problematic.
I am suddenly drawn to include the lyrics of a Modest Mouse song entitled "Jesus Christ was an Only Child" in this post:
Well, Jesus Christ was an only child
He went down to the river
And he drank and smiled
And his dad was oh-so-mad
Should have insured that planet
Before it crashed
Working real hard to make internet cash
Work your fingers to the bone sitting on your ass
I know now what I knew then
But I didn't know then what I know now
Penny found out as her hair was styled
You should hide you kids
While the dogs run wild
Jesus Christ was an only child
He went down to the river
And he drank and smiled
And his dad was oh-so-mad
Should have killed that little fucker
Before he even had
Happy Late Easter, I guess.