I am not one to boast, at least not about myself unless someone is listening, but I do give some time to exercising the little gray cells in my mind. Many people, no names given, spend most of their time yapping while people like me spend their time napping. While napping, I am also exercising my mind.
Some people exercise their mind by doing crossword puzzles. I tried this but every once in a while I’ll think of the right word and then that word makes me think of something else and that makes me think of something else altogether and pretty soon I’m off on one of my little mind trips.
One thing about these little mind trips of mine, they do not cost very much and when I come to, I am quite refreshed.
One danger about my little mind trips is that sometimes I am not alone when I am tripping out. This can be quite dangerous to my health.
Last week, for example, I was driving across town and happened to engage in one of my little mind trips. It must have been a good one because I was thoroughly enjoying my trip and then I began to hear in the background a variety of words that did not seem connected nor did they make sense. These words did not have anything whatsoever to do with the little trip I was on at the time.
Then the words started to fall into some kind of an order. Are… You… Listening… To… What… I’m… Saying?
At first, they did not seem connected and to be truthful it rather upset me because these words were interrupting a very nice mind trip I was on at the time. I hate it when I am interrupted by such nonsense.
For some reason I happened to glance over to my right and was shocked to discover that the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage was sitting in the passenger seat. At first, I thought I was hallucinating. However, she was looking back at me!
I stared at her for a minute and then demanded, “What are you doing in my car?”
She gave me one of those looks indicating I was in serious trouble. Then it dawned on me. We were going across town to go shopping. For some reason I had tuned everything out and slipped into a wonderful mind trip.
Well, for the rest of the trip I was listening to a voice but that voice was not in my head; it was in my ears. Both of them. I had to leave my little mind trip for another occasion when I was by myself.
I must confess that when I get on one of those mind trips of mine I lose sense of everything around me. I have a very active mind; of course, my wife says I have a very active imagination. I am not sure the difference, and I am not about to ask her, either. Some mysteries in life should be just that. A mystery.
One mind trip that I get on to about this time a year is Easter. Lately I have had Easter on my mind.
I know the word “Easter,” is not a very politically correct word today. But then I am not running for politics, in fact, I am running away from politics as much as possible. I like the word Easter.
In some places, they are changing the Easter Bunny to the Spring Bunny and the Easter Egg Hunt to the Spring Egg Hunt. This is supposed to be more PC tolerable. After all, it is important that we should be PC in everything we do.
Those people who object to the word “Easter,” I wonder if they really know where it came from.
To some the Easter Bunny has some kind of a religious connotation. Personally, I never discovered what denomination the Easter Bunny is a member of. Where does the Easter Bunny attend church? The FirstChurch of the Easter Egg Hunt?
It has become a popular thing not to tolerate religion in our country. Well, let me correct that. We tolerate all religions except Christianity.
It is too bad the people who cannot tolerate Christianity are unable to read. I think it is sad this generation is not able to read anymore, because if they were, they might read some of the history of this country and discover it was founded on Christian principles. Imagine that!
I can understand why people are confused about Easter with the Easter Bunny and the Easter Egg. Most are confused about how the Easter Bunny can lay Easter Eggs. They are only familiar with Bugs Bunny and everybody knows he cannot lay an egg. So, where do these mysterious Easter Eggs come from?
Laying all that nonsense aside, and that is all it is, Easter has some very wonderful memories for me. Say what they will, nothing they say can undermine the wonderful thoughts I have about Easter.
I like what the apostle Paul says, “For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received, how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures; And that he was buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures” (1 Corinthians 15:3-4 KJV).
The songwriter was right when he said, “Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.”
Dr. James L. Snyder is pastor of the Family of God Fellowship, 1471 Pine Road, Ocala, FL 34472. He lives with his wife in Silver Springs Shores.