It was the torture of Jesus and Mary that compelled me to deconstruct what I believed about Easter. The more empathy and compassion I registered, the more unsettled I felt observing the holiday. I knew the emotions required unpacking, whether it was about egg hunts, the resurrection, or the poorly named Good Friday. And after I started learning about religious trauma, all roads led to the foot of the cross.
CW: this post contains images of evangelical passion plays and a description of an infant’s medical trauma.
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