Chinese New Year and Horror in South Africa
Well, it’s that time of year again where the Chinese get to celebrate a new year, and I get dragged off to visit the in-laws. I hate traveling, but I like my in-laws. So, it’s always a time of mixed emotion.
It also means that I get my weekly articles out rather late.
The other thing that’s happening, is genocide in South Africa. It has been going on for a while, but the tempo is starting to increase. We should all be horrified by this and praying for our brothers and sisters who are about to suffer greatly.
Please remember that our time of suffering is coming.
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Chinese New Year and Horror in South Africa
[NOTE: Lord willing, The ShockCast will be available on Monday. – JL]
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It is the Year of the Dog, and everyone who is Chinese, knows what ‘year’ they were born under. For instance, Mrs. Little is a rooster, and I’ve been told that I’m a goat.
It kinda gives a bit more to the saying, “You old goat!”
The problem that I have with Chinese New Year, is having to travel. I HATE traveling. With a surprising amount of passion. Surprising, I should say, to everyone else but me.
Why do people feel the need to move about, from place to place?
I used to think of culture as fascinating, until I realized that everyone is distressingly the same, and that culture is just the packet of lies that we share with each other, to convince ourselves that we are better than we really are. Everyone thinks that their culture is the best, that they are in some way superior to someone else. There are times when that attitude is cute, but generally it’s just an invitation to mass murder and genocide. But, I don’t want to talk about that, quite yet.
The thing that I find interesting about Chinese New Year is that it is a lot like something else that you’ve probably read about. In fact, I’ll drop a few hints:
You must…
…do lots of cleaning before the holiday.
…observe in the spring.
…put red on the door posts and lintel.
…gather your family indoors and eat lamb.
…do all the above or a monster will kill you.
And, this celebration marks the beginning of the year.
If all of that reminds you of Passover, well done. And, if you are wondering if there’s a connection, I’m afraid that no one knows. In fact, we don’t actually know where this celebration of Chinese New Year comes from.
The reason for Chinese New Year was never written down by those who started it, and it began so long ago, that no one knows where it came from.
How long ago?
Thousands of years.
Hmmmm… thousands of years?
It would be highly ironic if China turned out to be a group of Israelis that got lost following Moses out into the desert. But, I’m afraid that this is a line of thought that is far too fanciful. But, when we walked into my brother-in-law’s apartment, in Chiayi, Thursday night, he proudly proclaimed that we could have lamb, if we wanted it.
Whatever the connection there might have been between Passover and Chinese New Year, that connection has long since died of old age. What we have today is unrelentingly pagan.
However, there is one silver lining to this day of family gathering and temple worship. Christians get to go to church, which my in-laws did.
Whenever there’s a pagan holiday, it’s always a good time to go to church. I’m sure that there are many who feel a bit horrified by this idea, but going to church is always a good idea.
I also added to my list of stories to tell, but I shall save those for later, because there is a story of horror that is gathering strength. And, we aren’t paying attention.
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