“What’s the big f***in’ deal about Easter anyway?!” She fumed. Easter was disrupting her Spring Break plans.
I was scrolling e-mails on my blackberry, half listening to the conversation – that is, until now. Her nails-on-chalkboard comment stopped my scrolling thumb in its tracks.
She had my attention.
I hmmmmed and stared at the desk, contemplating her words as she went on. Maybe Christian was just a religion to her, a crutch, something to label yourself as, Easter eggs and Santa Clause.
I wanted to say, I’ll tell you what the big deal about Easter is. . . but I knew my words would just come out condescending and preachy, even if that’s not how I intended them to be.
If you don’t know, what is the big deal? But, perhaps she is right where God wants her. Asking questions. Wondering at the significance of it all.
