An Easter Well Spent

This weekend was Easter. God may have been raised from the dead but B and I didn't barely raise ourselves from the bed this Sunday.

Now before you start contemplating ways in which I am a heathen, consider this. Never a day passes without a prayer in some way, shape or form. I had written this whole section on faith and God. And I keep deleting it. To me, my belief in Christ is just that. I don't want to use it as a battering ram or a judgement stick. I would rather my acts speak for themselves.

And in that Easter spirit, I have a joke. Of course, God laughs. You can not make a joyful noise without joy.

There were three men standing at the gates of heaven. St. Peter comes out and tells them that they have to answer one question before they can enter. So he asked the first man, "What happened on Easter?". The first man thinks and says, "That's when we all dress up and get candy, right?". St. Peter shakes his head and asks the second man the same question. The second man thinks and says, " That's when Jesus was born and we get loot, right?". St. Peter again shakes his head. He asked the last man, " What happened on Easter?". The third man answers, " That's when Jesus comes out of his tomb...". St. Peter begins to smile but it quickly turns to a frown as the last man continues"... and if he sees his shadow, we get six more weeks of winter, right?"

Good day and welcome happy morning age to age shall sing!