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Happy Easter!

For those of you who celebrate it, happy easter!

Christians believe that Easter is the time when God defeat evil and death because Jesus is risen. He sacrifies himself for us, gave up his life in a cross, and was humiliated as a sinner although he didn't do anything wrong.

I am no good in talking about the religion, yet I believe that it is a universal message, not only for Christians, but for all of us who believe in kindness. That love, kindness, will eventualy defeat hatred.

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Anonymous said…
happy easter too, Mita :)
Anonymous said…
Selamat Paskah Mit! :)
Anonymous said…
Selalu menyenangkan, ketika menyadari inti ajaran semua agama adalah universal.
Lagian, mengapa cinta dan kerinduan akan kasih Tuhan mesti diberi nama.
Salam kenal...
Anonymous said…
aku tak tahu apa agama pemilik blog ini; dan memang aku tak mau tahu, karena tak penting bagiku.

yang penting adalah mengucapkan selamat hari raya kepada kawan-kawan kita dengan latar agama apapun.

aku setuju pendapat toga, yang baru kukenal via blog beberapa hari lalu. bukankah dasar semua agama adalah bahwa ada SESUATU YANG MAHA DI ATAS SANA. bukankah semua agama mendoktrin kita untuk berbuat kebajikan.

alangkah indahnya bila kita semua sudah sampai pada titik "merasa tidak punya agama a atau agama b."

jangan tanya apa agamaku; sebab aku lebih mementingkan TUHAN daripada embel-embel dan simbol agama.

salam damai untuk pemilik blog ini, juga anda semua.

jarar siahaan
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