Once upon a time, there was a man. A holy teacher, many dispute his existence now, but I know he exists.
This man taught a school of thought that was contraversial in the fact that he said that we should try to be kind to one another.
No matter what they were.
He was killed, by his own people. the people he directed his message to.
He was given the most painful death imaginable.
Yet, he endured it. He accepted his fate.
Three days later, they found his tomb empty.
His linen, was folded. The seal, broken. The stone, moved.
When his students and followers went to look for his body, they found him, alive.
This man was and is Jesus Christ. He is our older brother. And I still remember Him. I remember that he taught love.
He taught love in a time were the dao and path of hatred was rampant.
Much like today.
I know I may and will be mocked and ridiculed for this. I don't care.
I am a man, who loves everyone, or at least, tries his best.
I know I stumble and fall in this, but I know that through my Older Brother's, my Savior's sacrafice, I can be forgiven.
And that has given me power to forgive and love others dispite the pain they see fit to inflict on me.
To all those I follow, and to all those who follow me. Remember, He taught to love one another. We should try to do this too.
Inspite of our differences in anything.
To all those who would mock me and attack me. I forgive you, and hope you find happiness in your life.
Happy Easter Everybody.
