Thursday, March 08, 2007

The Countdown Begins....

Thirty one days from now I turn "The Big Four Oh." That's right, 40 years and I'm still breathing. Don't worry, this isn't going to be a sugary retrospective, a heart warming soliloquy, or even one of my acerbic diatribes on making it over the hill.

No. This is a call to arms. Actually... a call to party. Since 40 is the new 20, we're gonna kick it old school and do like we used to back in the day by having a big ole bash. My birthday (April 7th) just so happens to fall on a Saturday this year. Perfect timing, right?

Well... mostly.

See, it also falls on the day before Easter. Now, here's how I look at this possible - some would say sacraligious - predicament. For the last 2,000 years folks have been celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ. I'm a Christian, and believe in the Faith that is Christianity (even though I'm starting to have reservations as to the veracity of the "holiness" of the Bible and how it was compiled). Never mind the fact that James Cameron, creator of one of the greatest Sci-Fi franchises in film history (The Terminator), and some Discovery Channel folks claim they found a tomb that COULD belong to Jesus and his family.

The Book of John (2:1-11) describes a wedding - which we all know to be guises for big parties - at Cana wherein Jesus turns water into wine. Wine. Not tea. Not fruit juice. Not Gatorade, but wine. Remember, Jesus was already at this party... er, wedding, and apparently decided it was missing a lil somethin' somethin'. So, theoretically one could streeeeeeeetch that parable into saying that Jesus actually condones parties where people are drinking wine.

To be sure my 40th party will have wine. But it will also have beer, because it's my beverage of choice. And it is my birthday. Plus, ancient Egyptians (centerpieces for a great many Biblical stories) invented and imbibed in this "elixir of the gods" quite frequently. In fact, it has been proven that beer (mixed with goat's milk - for more on "Bilk," go here) was the very reason the pyramids were ever built. Well, sort of. But being equal opportunity drinkers this par-taaaaay will undoubtedly include harder stuff invented by folks from Russia (Vodka), Mexico (Tequila), some dude down in Tennessee (Jack Daniels), and who knows what other far off lands.

To bring this whole ramble full circle: Easter celebrates Jesus' resurrection every year. I celebrate my 40th birthday ONCE in my lifetime. It is OK to have a birthday bash on Saturday April 7th which then flows into celebrating the resurrection of Jesus (because we might very well feel like that's what's happening to us) on Sunday morning.

The moral to this little parable? Easter is not an excuse not to attend. Period. Dot. Exclamation point. ESPECIALLY those people out of state (who've never bothered to come out for a visit in all the years we've lived out here) who said they would attend. So be there. Otherwise... you'll make me angry.

And like Bruce Banner (The Hulk's human alter-ego) once said, "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."

1 comment:

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