
Still my favorite image of Jesus leaving the tomb. I was struck down by a moderate stomach virus or something of the sort late in the evening on Good Friday. It’s Easter Sunday, and I’m still not entirely over it. For the first time since the birdemic chuch closures, I missed Easter Mass.
I also won’t partake in any of the delicious food my wife prepared for us today. It matters little. If anything, this bout of discomfort over the holidays has only served to underscore the magnificence of the Resurrection and Jesus’ offer of eternal life.
Happy Easter to everyone.
Published on March 31, 2024 02:42