Sunday, April 20, 2003

“Were not our hearts burning within us,” the disciples asked each other, “while he talked with us on the road and opened the Scriptures to us?”

That verse comes from Luke 24:32b, gentle reader, and I heard it today in church. I haven’t gone in a long while, but I woke up at the ungodly hour of 7:45 AM on Easter morning to haul ass with fellow suitemates and friends down to this place. There was no bolt of lightning, nor was there divinely angelic music, but there was something familiar and welcoming in the thin, gilded pages, the music, the campy skit, and before I forget, THE BIBLE.

The good Pastor Bill Shereos set the pulpit afire and he did so, much like my mum, without any shouting. My mind didn’t wander off–a feat that simply adds to the miraculous fact that I didn’t end up at the Church of SPAC today–and I think I will return to this church come next Sunday.

And then, a few of us went to suitemate Brandon’s house for an excellent Easter celebration, one replete with good food (far tastier than the shit I had at this joint yesterday), pleasant people, and an overarching feeling of verve. This simple amalgam of bodies, friendly parents, sharp decor, and a Subzero fridge, all framed against the same melancholy sky from yesterday, really rounded out a worthy day.