On Good Friday I found a vulture lying in the middle of the road. Its wings spread as if crucified. Blood pooled under its belly.
And I wondered about the meaning: a dead vulture on Good Friday, its brethren circling overhead.
Good Friday, of course, is the day Christians recognize the death of Jesus Christ on his cross. It precedes Easter, the day he is said to have risen to heaven. A nice allegorical story, with meaningful conflict, rich characters, and a clear protagonist and antagonist.
And that is exactly what I understand religion to be.
A creative fiction meant to give meaning and purpose and structure. Rules. Codes. Laws.
Was a man name Jesus Christ executed by the Romans for being a traitor? Probably.
Was he the son of god?
Maybe. But maybe everyone is a child of god. Or maybe no one is. Or maybe it doesn't matter.
But it is a good story. A man on a cross, blood weeping from his wounds. Salvation just words away. And we do circle it still. Brethren, all—gleaning meaning, purpose, heart.
Whether we believe or not.
-Naseem Rakha 4/19/14