Let me tell you this: I used to slaughter and BBQ a live rabbit every Easter just to drive the point home to my baby girl that there was no bunny in Easter. I served him on a platter with a small apple in its mouth. Furious at what human beings had done to mock the conquest of death by Yahusha.
Appropriately, and coincidentally, I am listening to the soundtrack of Fury Road as I write. Continue reading “Easter Among Some Local Christians”