Easter Island

This morning for Easter I awoke to early typhoon season giant rain. Being from Chicago, I find the rain cheering, but it put a damper on plans as one friend I was planning to spend Easter with texted to say she was too sick (meaning hung over) and the other didn't want to venture out in the rain (she lives 3 min from church). Feeling defeated at the prospect of church alone, I packed up my chocolate bunnies intended for friends,  added my rain boots to my little nightie, and threw on a rain jacket sure I would see no one at 0830 during a storm. I was going chocolate bunny delivering to neighbors' doors to add an element of mystery and creepiness to their lives since I wouldn't see friends. As soon as I stepped outside, I discovered three guys next door out smoking. I pretended not to see them and continued on to my friend Brett's. No sooner had I bent to leave a bunny, than the door swung out, scared the bejeezus out of me, and Brett stepped out with his dog.

He was up early and planned to go to Easter service with me. He is Jewish. He doesn't do church. But he was up and looking sharp because he thought it was important to me. He gamely sat out the hymns and bad sermon without complaint.

Then my favorite hedonist told me he was making me dinner and even humoring me by including vegetables. He doesn't eat vegetables. This because Easter is important to me.

So this has been a dry season for me with girlfriend and with Christian friends. But when I'm about to lose heart, these two guys show up and save the day. They are the ones who helped me move. They are the ones who came over to drink vodka and smoke with me when they diagnosed that my "give a damn was broken."

It's God in His infinite weirdness resurrecting things that actually need it.