A sacrifice in the name of love or something else

Everything that has a beginning has an ending. Day turns into night. Summer fades into fall. We know in our hearts so much as we would wish it otherwise. In a world set within time, there can be no beginning without an end.

It’s the same with the holidays. We feel this way after Christmas, New Year’s Eve… Like too much noise for too much silence after the party. Life is like a party. Has a beginning, has a pick time, has good and bad sides, some of the “party people” are cool, other are just only for the party. After the party you can see not much people who are helping you to clean the party place. But it really doesn’t mater that you might be disappointed by some people or your life or Christmas Eve, New Year’s Eve party or Valentine’s day. As human beings we want good moments all the time. We want party all the time. We dream of the perfect Christmas present from Santa, we imagine the perfect dress for the next event, we dream of the perfect guy. We are in a battle with ourselves, because sometimes it is too difficult to accept that life is a circle of good and bad moments, party and work. We want our life to be our imaginary reality. We live in our imagination, but we come back to the reality because we can’t live in a “dreaming-of-everything” condition all the time. Trade a fantasy for reality, and you might feel like Alice back from Wonderland. The world may not sparkle and shine, but the ground will always be solid beneath your feet, and your eyes will be open to all the adventures that wait right for you in the real world.

That’s why everything that has a beginning has an ending. Just as every ending creates space for something new to begin… The wonder of second chance, the miracle of new life, the joy of new love. Because I started with “life” and “party”, may be you are trying to catch my mind. My point is that all holidays are basically connected with great sacrifice. And we celebrate the sacrifices because they give us a chance to believe and to live. I would like to say something about Valentine’s Day. We celebrate the Day of love – the 14th of February. But not much of us know that Valentine’s Day isn’t only the day of love, but it is also the day of people with epilepsy. Saint Valentine has been the keeper of the epileptics. He has been helping them. But according to one legend, St. Valentine’s Day is meant for people to remember a brave man, a martyr whose name was Valentine.

He was a Roman Priest at a time when there was an emperor called Claudius who persecuted the church at that particular time. He also had an edict that prohibited the marriage of young people. This was based on the hypothesis that unmarried soldiers fought better than married soldiers because married soldiers might be afraid of what might happen to them or their wives or families if they died.

Polygamy would have been much more popular than just one woman and one man living together. And yet some of them seemed to be attracted to Christian faith. But obviously the church thought that marriage was very sacred between one man and one woman for their life and that it was to be encouraged. And so it immediately presented the problem to the Christian church of what to do about this.

The idea of encouraging them to marry within the Christian church was what Valentine was about. And he secretly married them because of the edict.

Valentine was eventually caught, imprisoned and tortured for performing marriage ceremonies against command of Emperor Claudius the second. There are legends surrounding Valentine’s actions while in prison.

One of the men who were to judge him in line with the Roman law at the time was a man called Asterius, whose daughter was blind. He was supposed to have prayed with and healed the young girl with such astonishing effect that Asterius himself became Christian as a result.

In the year 269 AD, Valentine was sentenced to a three part execution of a beating, stoning, and finally decapitation all because of his stand for Christian marriage. The story goes that the last words he wrote were in a note to Asterius’ daughter. He inspired today’s romantic missives by signing it, “from your Valentine.”

Although it is not known whether this legend is factually true, it is a good story anyway. It is nice to think of someone who believed in marriage and was willing to risk death to do what he believed was right.

Picture by FLC Records, Original artwork.

 

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