Easter Morning, 2011

The tormented Baha’i woke up beside the Athiest Jew and praised God for him.  Then she went to shake the Christian, whose alarm was sounding throughout the apartment.  Alas, he had again been up all night and now wouldn’t be going to church on his first Easter as a Believer.

There are a few eggs in the fridge, there is an empty basket on the kitchen window sill, grass outside, and no Peeps — I held them in my hands at Redner’s but didn’t buy because the Christian is on a regimen and doesn’t want to be tempted.  Also they contain gelatin, which the Athiest Jew can’t have, being a vegetararian.  Not a  vestige of Easter  or what it celebrates, except in my heart.

I want to hold these two guys in my arms forever.  I want to take their hands and lead a prayer that starts and doesn’t stop.  I want them to feel their Goodness reborn.  I want Jesus to remark to Baha’u’llah, “That is one unusual family.”


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