Driving home from Keith's place this morning (I'll explain later).
9 o'clock on an Easter morn. Lost in silent reverie, coffee cup in hand.
Thinking how cool it would be for Jesus to make a surprise appearance in my passenger seat.
When I was a kid I used to hope that on 3 o'clock on Good Friday the sky would suddenly go dark, until thunder exploded and lightning split the sky. I told God that if that happened, I would get religion.
It never did, and I never did.
Anyway, I was hoping this morning that Jesus would appear to counsel me, inspire me, turn me around - get my mind right.
He was a no-show.
However, later on I drove by a digital billboard that advertised "603cremations.com". Seemed kind of weird.
I sincerely hope that was not Jesus' version of counseling.
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