I hope you all had an enjoyable weekend regardless of whether you may have been celebrating Easter, Passover, Ramadan, or just a Spring weekend. Here are some thoughts as I look back on my Easter week.
Our 13 year old daughter assisted at our church’s Palm Sunday service as an acolyte to kick-off Easter Week. She left the house in very ripped (shredded?) jeans, bare midriff top, and her brother’s old McDonald’s work shirt, currently seemingly one of her favorite shirts. Are we bad parents for not monitoring her attire? We didn’t think so. Normally, acolytes wear a robe. Well, not on Palm Sunday. She was a walking advertisement for a Big Mac up on the altar. Would you like fries with your faith? Maybe it was just a coincidence, but after Palm Sunday, our church sent an email with very clear dress code instructions for Good Friday services that our daughter was also assisting in.
And speaking of ripped jeans, my daughter wears them because she can. I wear ripped jeans because my jeans ripped a little bit.
I saw this video on Twitter over the Easter weekend.
We were extended a welcoming invitation to my wife’s sister’s home for Easter … or at least I thought we were. My brother-in-law keeps texting me pics of this that he is preparing in their backyard behind the garage.
Today is the eighth day of my Twelve Days of Blogging, and Christmas leftovers in the house are running low, unlike my weight because of the Christmas leftovers. It’s a vicious cycle. My wife made some special sandwiches for Christmas Eve, and I was looking forward to this on Christmas Day …
My wife slightly overbaked some cookies that we were going to take for a family Easter gathering, so my daughter and I got to decorate those and keep them. Score! No, I did not add 5 minutes to her timer. In addition, my wife was thoughtful enough to bake the random dough shapes that were leftover after using the cookie cutter. I was thrilled to see this one.
No, the NJ does not stand for No Jesus in honor of the Easter story that says they found his tomb empty. It stands for something else.
We didn’t make it to church yesterday. My wife and I have become disenchanted with the conservative turn our church has taken. At the service last week, the associate pastor was saying a prayer after that horrible mass shooting in a mosque in New Zealand. I wanted him to say something, anything about “our Muslim brothers and sisters.” I would have even settled for “our heathen Muslim brothers and sisters.” Just something to let everyone in the congregation know that we are all the same and connected, despite our different individual beliefs. I was so hopeful as I waited. Nope, just a generic “thoughts and prayers” to generic New Zealanders. Rather than heading to church yesterday, we discussed the situation and made the decision to change churches.
So we are heading across the river to a church that we have heard is more accepting to other religions, sexual preferences, and even used car salesmen. As I took a look at their Easter service schedule, I became a bit concerned.
I’m hoping the sunrise service at the cemetery doesn’t mean they take the Easter story too seriously to the point of trying to recreate it. I don’t want to start Easter like this …
I was still pretty sick on Easter morning, still coughing up “things” that I swear struggled not to be washed down my sink’s drain. So I had no big plans to run a Bunny Hop 5K or anything like that. My wife told me church was not in my plans. I considered arguing with her for a nanosecond, and settled in for my big morning plans …
The entirety of the Christian faith is based upon the Easter holiday, not Christmas as some think. Easter just plays second fiddle to Christmas because the gifts are not as big, although the chocolate is yummy. Regardless of what you may personally believe, there is no dispute that Easter is truly the holiest of holy holidays for Christians. And on that Christian holy day of Easter in 2017, we get this nonsensical rant (that I initially thought were “joke” Trump tweets like those that I sometimes create) tweeted out …
And this is the irreverent idiot that Christian evangelicals helped elect?
“Oy vey” – Jesus, upon seeing his Twitter feed yesterday.
The future King Donald I of America is already hard at work implementing some of his policies even before his pending coronation. Following a tip he received during his monthly visit to the Hare Club for Men, Trump recently dispatched some of his campaign minions to track down a Mr. Peter Rabbit, also known by some of his aliases as Peter Cottontail and The Easter Bunny. Unfortunately for us, they were successful in tracking down Mr. Rabbit, holed-up in a burrow in a borough of NY City. Trump’s goon squad took Peter into custody for interrogation.