So… It’s Easter Sunday Morning! Wooo hooo!!!
But I don’t feel any different. What happened? Did something change? You mean some women can’t find a dead guy? You mean to tell me that a couple of sluts (a-hem, okay, FORMER sluts) and the mother of a death row inmate that got executed last Friday are running around in a dither because his grave is empty?
It’s still six months til Halloween, ya’ll. What has changed?
Here’s the thing: Frank and Ed met up with Junior and Frisco yesterday and found a really sweet spot for a group of homeless men to crash for the night behind some tall weeds and a small grove of trees behind the No-Tell Motel. It’s just two blocks from church, and it being Easter Sunday, these guys planned to go to Sunday Worship.
This is Easter Sunday, but they have the hope of COFFEE and DONUTS in the morning!
But here at pre-dawn out back of the No-Tell Ed just really needs to spring a leak. So he stumbles over Junior and Frisco, waking them both up, as he makes his way over by a nearby dumpster. It’s not bitter cold, but the forecast called for possible rain, and sure enough it is damp and cool. Once he is up and relieved, it sure would be nice to get that coffee. And once Junior and Frisco are awake, they too need to pee, and then smoke a stub of a cigarette between them, which wakes Frank up too… and now he is jealous that there ain’t no more smoke left.
Now, I would really LIKE to tell you some beautiful parable about how God moves among these humble beggars and bums to advance his Gospel message to their city (you know, like he does in II Kings 6 – 7), but this is America! No. Sorry, this is an uneventful story. A story that yearns for a climax like an old man in the No-Tell Motel with a hooker but who forgot his Viagra yearns for one, but none is forthcoming.
No. This is Easter Sunday Morning, and Frank, Ed, Junior and Frisco have all peed now, but it will be three more hours before the deacon has the coffee ready and the doors are unlocked on the Jesus-celebration. Three more hours before the women come, not looking for the Body of Christ, but hoping to show off their new dress, corsage, purple leather-bound Bible with monogram and matching shoes! Three more hours before they find Jesus.
The boys from the sweet spot behind the motel will get in, alright. All four of them will manage to get a cup of coffee, but Junior will find all the donuts gone by the time he muscles his way through the holiday crowd. And by the Benediction, our boys will be wandering up to the library to look for friends.
But before they get out the door, the deacon will say, “Happy Easter”, and that will be a proper celebration, I am sure.
So, like I said… It’s Easter Sunday Morning! Wooo hooo!!!
…but what has changed?