And it's Easter, so there.
When I first started this blog series, I promised you I would introduce you to the rabbit hole that is my faith, but I wouldn't shove anything down your throat as far as my belief in it. This still holds. I'm going to do a little walkthrough on the story of Easter Sunday. Pretty much it.
As mentioned in my surprisingly popular blog post on Lent, Easter is more of an estimated time, and it's conveniently located at the start of spring. Or, if you live on the East coat of the United States, when spring is supposed to start. It was put in near Passover, and there were a whole bunch of computations put into the matter that I don't pretend to understand.
I want to say it was programmed up against a pagan Roman festival of Ester, though I think I may have had my wires crossed there, if only because the Catholic church did something similar with Christmas, put up against Saturnalia, a pagan feast that involved an orgy of food and drink and other things that happen at orgies -- it's still celebrated as the office Christmas party.