Easter Tidings!
Whenever Easter rolls around, two notions go on constant swirl in my head. I repeat them thoughtlessly as soon as they arrive at my tongue (sometimes several times an hour) until my poor husband suffers a nervous breakdown. It hasn't escaped me that I might suffer a teensy bit of Aspergers.
These items are:
The perfect Easter hymn: "Up from the Grave He Arose!" Here's a wonderful version of the song. Listen to it because I promise it will send your heart soaring. Yes! Up from the Grave He Arose! Thank You, Lord!
And..
The punchline of the worst joke ever. I will not repeat it here. I will not. But if you recognize this: "Peter...Peter, I can see your house from here," you've heard it. It's awful. It's horrendous. It's vulgar and coarse. Completely and utterly sacriligious. It's humiliating that I even know this joke. But it's about Easter, so I think of it. I am THAT PERSON who can't shrug off thoughts that penetrate your consciousness at inappropriate times. This joke is my holiday version of this.
Now I can add a third treat to threaten my poor husband's sanity.
Doug's co-worker, Jess, a magnificent, mindful, gracious and hilarious woman, recently told us a conversation she had with her mother when she was a precocious 4-year-old puzzling over Easter.
Jess: "I don't GET Easter."
Mom: "What don't you get?"
Jess: "How did people know that Jesus died if there weren't any newspapers or phones?"
Mom: "Word of mouth."
Jess: "What'd they say? 'Jesus is dead, pass it on'?"
It's as good a tiding as any, I suppose. Succinct and accurate. Doesn't quite have the whole for-our-sake-he-was-crucified-under-Pontius-Pilate-he-suffered-death-and-was-buried-on-the-third-day-he-rose-again-in-accordance-with-the-Scriptures-he-ascended-into-Heaven-and-is-seated-at-the-right-hand-of-the-Father feeling to it, but we'll get there.
Here's wishing you and yours a Happy Easter!
These items are:
The perfect Easter hymn: "Up from the Grave He Arose!" Here's a wonderful version of the song. Listen to it because I promise it will send your heart soaring. Yes! Up from the Grave He Arose! Thank You, Lord!
And..
The punchline of the worst joke ever. I will not repeat it here. I will not. But if you recognize this: "Peter...Peter, I can see your house from here," you've heard it. It's awful. It's horrendous. It's vulgar and coarse. Completely and utterly sacriligious. It's humiliating that I even know this joke. But it's about Easter, so I think of it. I am THAT PERSON who can't shrug off thoughts that penetrate your consciousness at inappropriate times. This joke is my holiday version of this.
Now I can add a third treat to threaten my poor husband's sanity.
Doug's co-worker, Jess, a magnificent, mindful, gracious and hilarious woman, recently told us a conversation she had with her mother when she was a precocious 4-year-old puzzling over Easter.
Jess: "I don't GET Easter."
Mom: "What don't you get?"
Jess: "How did people know that Jesus died if there weren't any newspapers or phones?"
Mom: "Word of mouth."
Jess: "What'd they say? 'Jesus is dead, pass it on'?"
It's as good a tiding as any, I suppose. Succinct and accurate. Doesn't quite have the whole for-our-sake-he-was-crucified-under-Pontius-Pilate-he-suffered-death-and-was-buried-on-the-third-day-he-rose-again-in-accordance-with-the-Scriptures-he-ascended-into-Heaven-and-is-seated-at-the-right-hand-of-the-Father feeling to it, but we'll get there.
Here's wishing you and yours a Happy Easter!
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