No Longer Celebrating Ish-

I mean Easter. Sorry, almost made the typical modern American mistake of calling it by the name of the goddess the original festival is named for.
What am I talking about? The same "Christian" thingamabobber that kids in church are raised up on. You know, Easter bunny, colored eggs, egg hunts, blah, blah, blah.
As a kid, there was something strange about Easter to me: the eggs, bunny, hunt, treats did not make sense to me when put into context with the Bible.
At all.
In college, I would hear about how Babylon had its own city-official religion, simply called the "Babylonian religion," and of the myriads of gods and goddesses it had worshipped, the goddess of fertility (yep, meaning sex, and plenty of kids) was known as Ishtar. Linguistically, my mind began to notice that Ishtar did have an eerily similar ring to "Easter" yet it wouldn't be the only thing I would find out.
How was the Easter festival in Babylon like? No egg hunts. Nothing childish. For the goddess of fertility, nothing but sex, and in full view.
There was a recent episode of World's Worst Tenants I had seen on TV where a tenant was being warned through their landlord's client that they could not be having sex in full view of the place they lived in. In other words, they were having sex on the balcony. Crazy thing was, the lady claimed to have a fetish where she got sexually crazy by not having it be in privacy. Strange world we live in, huh? But during Easter in Babylon, that really was how it was like- and it was mandatory. And, no, it was not strictly one woman with one man. It was anyone with anyone, not strictly one partner. But, just like many of the stories of the Bible that we've watered-down so they would not be offensive to unbelievers and kids, Easter itself was watered-down to be kid-friendly. But now, after years of research dealing with the festival, the traditions, and comparing it all to the Resurrection, I can say, for sure, that there is nothing about Easter that's connectable to the Resurrection.
And, remember, just because the women who came to give the corpse of Yeshua in the tomb some perfume mistook Yeshua for the gardener does not mean that He was petting a little bunny. That doesn't count for justification. I choose to celebrate His Rising, not a symbol of Ishtar's debaucherous festival.