March 30, 2013
Finally spring has come. You can feel a joy in the air. The birds sound a little gitty. And the old men like myself seem to walk more erect. Little more bounce in our step. Our DNA must be preconditioned to feel this joy. The cliche ‘light at the end of the tunnel’ must refer to spring. And remember, this is spring in the city. In the country, in the woods, it must be almost overwhelming.
In Christianity we celebrate the torture, brutal murder of a gentle man, and then out of this darkness, his ascension. Is this history or a marvelous tale about life itself.