Easter Sunday Mass

Now since I went to Christmas mass in Berlin, Germany, I thought it was fitting that I should experience Easter mass in Siorapaluk, Greenland. The protestant church had a very simple design of white walls with electric candleholders and a baby blue alter. The sermon was given by one of the local woman and the hymnbook was written in Greenlandic. I am always amazed how you can find church hymns in every language imaginable but yet the church was unable to respect the culture of indigenous people and stripped them of their traditional songs and drums (ahh don’t get me started!) At any rate it was beautiful and again supported my belief that we are all praying to the same God or Creator, we all wake up, go pee, get sick, put our pants on, eat and sleep, the same. That we are all 95% the same and the small 5% that distinguishes us from being different is often used as a means to create judgments about other people. What is educated, sophisticate, proper or acceptable. And why do the people in the south feel that their option on what people from the north eat or do is valid or even matters. When I explain to seal lovers that killing a cow or pig is no different, that the traditional foods from the north is what their body needs to survive…they still look at me and comment “it not right to kill baby seals!” And my response to that is “oh and how is veal any different?” And “from an environmental standpoint…does it make more sense to fly Alberta beef all the way up to Baffin Island when you can go out your back door and shoot a seal??? Duh think about that one. The judgment of others is our biggest fault as humans and if everyone could just accept everyone for who they are…well the world would be a much better and happier place to live in.