It's Easter again. In the shops of plastic hares, in commercials of cheerfully squeaking lambs, and in the streets – anxiety that no 1 wants to call. For we are to rejoice, to "celebrate life" – as those who do not even remember who gave life say.
But Easter is not a celebration of colored eggs or mayonnaise festival. It's not another halt in the consumption calendar. This is the minute of truth. Christ rose from the dead – not metaphorically, not in poetry, but in real, physical, contrary to logic and against the world, who has been trying for 2 1000 years to silence, talk, laugh. For if He is risen, everything else makes sense. And if not, then why all this?
I look at Poland present and see a country that washes hands like Pilate. He wants to be modern, European, but without a cross. He wants a vacation – but without holiness. Dots alternatively of sacraments, saints without fasting, “ Easter breakfast” alternatively of Resurrection. A culture without roots, a nation without conscience. A power that pursues Christians faster than thieves. A society that laughs at the "dark garden" and then desperately seeks meaning in yoga, crystals and online soul-savers.
Easter is not nice. She's drastic. Crucifixion was not a phase performance – it was a brutal execution of God by man. But it was this sacrifice that brought life. Not 1 that ends in breath, but eternal life. This is simply a real revolution – quiet but final.
Therefore, Easter is not an chance to "rest with the family". It's a call. Either you accept the Risen 1 and change your life, or you keep moving until you run out of roads.
And then... there will be no more rabbits or lambs. Just the question: what did you do with the truth?
