It’s Easter here, and I’m a little disturbed.
Today is supposed to be a day of reflection on the death of our Saviour, Jesus Christ. I realize that the world has become fairly commercialized, so it the day has been integrated with commercialism, materialism, bunny rabbits, and various other traditions that relate to various other pagan holidays. I suppose my first objection should be to that, but that seems to big a problem to conquer personally.
Taking a step back though, Easter has always been a time of friends and family for me, more than anything. I can remember taking trips to North Dakota with my Mom’s side. I can remember having our own Easter Egg hunts, and finding baskets behind the couches. I can remember it being the one time of year I attended a Catholic church instead of a Lutheran church.
So what the heck happened to me today?
My day started with a 4:30 trip to church to help with the sound board. It’s work, but at the same time, it’s kind of how I worship. I feel the best way for me to worship is to serve… If I’m not serving, it’s useless. I left church around 8:00am and headed home. I had my family dinner, and then proceeded to Amber’s for her family dinner. I helped her family with their computer, not because I was asked, but because I knew it needed something and I knew I needed to get it done.
But that’s when it started. After Amber’s, I got home, tired from a fairly long day. I considered trying to get some work done, but my brain just was not entirely there to be trying to put some code together. So instead I watched Star Trek Voyager.
My phone buzz’s… A text message from a friend asking for help with an internet connection. Fair enough I guess. I could have chosen not to reply. It took 10 minutes over the phone to solve the problem, and I was happy to do so.
About 30 minutes later, the phone goes off again. Another computer thing. This one could have easily waited until Monday, and was from a client. Again, I could have chosen not to answer the phone, no harm no foul.
Then begins a series of AIM questions. Again, strangely happy to help them all, but by this point, it begins to frustrate me. I can hear it in my voice. I can feel it in my head. Logic is the only thing that prevents it from raging out, and this blog is being used as a release.
So my question to all of you is this: Realizing I could have chosen not to answer the phone or aim messages. Realizing, I could have taken a nap or spent more time with family. Realizing all these things: What still possesses people to call people on Easter? None of the situations today were emergencies. They all could have waited. Why are they all focusing on fixing things, when they too have an opportunity to spend time with loved ones? Perhaps, I’m wrong, but it seems to me that everything is getting excessively fast, and the people who are here to serve are being destroyed because of it.
Like I said, I’m probably venting, given the off-topic nature of this post.
My final note: When someone takes the time to help you on what should be an off day, it’s generally a good idea to thank them, or wish them a happy Easter. In any case: I think next year, I’m going on communications blackout.