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A lot of Christians wear crosses around their necks; do you think if Jesus comes back he ever wants to see another cross?


Here is a special Good Friday good sunrise over the Derwent looking east.

So it is Good Friday again. I love Good Friday. You have to wonder what old Jesus was thinking when he got up that morning. Did he think that he was going to have a good Friday? Was he disappointed?

I would be.

I have been explaining the concept of Easter to Henry.

"There was this guy, and some chickens, and some rabbits. There was some argument about something. I think that it was over chocolate. And eggs. This guy's father wasn't happy. It had something to do with fish as well. Chocolate fish eggs maybe. Anyway, the rabbit eventually must have won and this chicken got nailed to this guy. His father wanted to prove a point. Because he sinned. Or something. The father sounded like a bit of an arse actually. Nailed them to a cross I think. Something like that. So we eat chocolate eggs delivered by rabbits in bonnets and there's nothing good on TV."


I don't understand it either.
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KL said…
A fascinating question and probing question. You should do a survey and find it out and let us know the result.

Now the question is: did Henry understand it? Then all problem solved.
10 April 2009 at 08:02
Baino said…
Well thanks for the explanation because I never could work out how the poor chap got nailed on a different day each year! Beautiful shot by the way.
10 April 2009 at 09:45
That is the chicken said…
This made me laugh! Thankyou.
10 April 2009 at 13:46
Priyanka Khot said…
If Henry understood this then the world is flat... I could make no sense whatsoever out of it... But... it made me laugh! hopefully Henry chuckled at it too.
10 April 2009 at 14:01
Kris McCracken said…
KL, it has something to do with eggs. That’s all Henry knows.
10 April 2009 at 15:37
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, imagine nailing your own son to a cross to prove a point! Fair dinkum, dude could have done the whole bread and fishes thing again…
10 April 2009 at 15:37
Kris McCracken said…
Aigars, yes it was. Between you and me though, I’ve never found him that funny. He just reminds me of a loudmouth uni student with a too simplistic take on the world who thinks himself smarter than everybody else.
10 April 2009 at 15:38
Kris McCracken said…
That is the chicken, that’s quite all right…
10 April 2009 at 15:38
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, Henry just nodded thoughtfully.
10 April 2009 at 15:38
Mrsupole said…
I wonder if Henry understood it better than we did.

The wearing of the cross is not about his dying on one, it is about 'why' he died on the cross for us.

So, I wear one to remind me to behave and that he loved us enough to do this for us. So I think I mostly wear it to say that I love Jesus and God. Plus if the terrorists want to find me in a crowd it will be easier for them to do it.

Hope the wee ones have a great Easter and the goodies are yummy.

God bless.
10 April 2009 at 16:51
Babzy.B said…
I think henry had the best explanation ever !! Beautiful shot !
10 April 2009 at 17:07
Candie said…
Ah here we go.See that's what I've been wondering for years now.I thought i was the only one to think like that.I know wearing a cross is a way to remember how he has suffered for us and I have no problem with people wearing it at all.When i was a teenager i collected them but then again it has more to do with the fact that I was a big fan of Madonna i think.I still have them but I stopped wearing them because I thought that in fact the cross was a way to kill people at that time,so therefore it is a symbol of death no?Besides I think Jesus wants us more to celebrate life instead of death.No?Well it is something I do not want to wear anymore.I have opted fot the cross of life,the egyptien one,the key.
Very beautiful too.

Besides there aren't so many vampires around where I live,so that's cool I guess...a question do you think vampires are scared of crosses?Na,I don't think so!:)
10 April 2009 at 18:57
Kim-QOAS said…
I don't understand it either, everything has just been a tradition maybe? All I know is that Jesus made the greatest sacrifice of all and that is what good Friday and Easter Sunday is all about:-)
11 April 2009 at 00:47
findingmywingsinlife said…
Kris,
I've got a good chuckle out of this post today and so have my blog readers as I directed them your way..my only dissapointment was that I offended one of my co-workers by sharing this post with her...
11 April 2009 at 03:50
G. B. Miller said…
Great explanation for Easter. Made sense to me.

Beautiful shot of the sun.
11 April 2009 at 20:56
Dina said…
Now every time I see a pilgrim or clergy wearing a cross in Jerusalem, I think of your quotation here.
12 April 2009 at 00:26
Kris McCracken said…
Mrsupole, it has been a reasonable Easter thus far. The line about the cross was a cheap Bill Hick gag. Dime a dozen!
13 April 2009 at 10:09
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, it still doesn’t make sense about the rabbits.
13 April 2009 at 10:10
Kris McCracken said…
Candie, does a cross count as jewellery? I don’t wear jewellery. Crosses are too bulky anyway! Those rosary beads are cool though.
13 April 2009 at 10:11
Kris McCracken said…
Kim-QOAS, that’s what they say. There is also the Northern Hemisphere shift into Spring that the early church co-opted.
13 April 2009 at 10:11
Kris McCracken said…
Findingmywingsinlife, some people appear to live to be offended. I’m offended by people getting offended all the time.
13 April 2009 at 10:11
Kris McCracken said…
G, too right. I’m just tryin’ to keep it real, G.
13 April 2009 at 10:11
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, poor Jesus. He got a rough deal.
13 April 2009 at 10:12
yamini said…
The question in the title is thought-provoking, not just in the context of Jesus but of all of those who give preference to religion over humanity.
And I don't think that Jesus would want to look at another cross.
13 April 2009 at 20:26
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I wish that people just got along, whatever they believe in.
15 April 2009 at 09:02
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