As I grow older, I find it harder to reconcile the historical with the mythical. But that's ok. A story is no less "true" just because it has very little empirical basis in fact. I don't know what I believe but I am pretty sure about what I don't believe. And I find more truth in honest doubt and in historical perspective than in claims of inerrancy and truth. All I need is one day when I am reminded that there is light. I'm pretty much okay after that.
Last Easter, I was sick unto death. Some of it was viral even. This Easter will be better. In the first place, I settled an especially nasty situation last Monday so I am not spending Easter in Jackson getting ready for a trial. My friends from the other end of Mississippi are in town this weekend for a big USTA event out at Pleasant Valley. I wonder what genius thought it was a good idea to run a tennis tournament over Easter weekend anyway? I spent last night watching junior tennis players consume mass quantities of food. It was utter carnage. Boys. Girls. Eating, talking, taking pics of each other with the cellphones.
This is a true story. My buddy's kid introduced me to this girl as " You know those cool pictures in Facebook? He took 'em."
Girl: "Really? Coooooool."
Me: " Whaaaat? Those pics are in Facebook?"
Him:" Yessir. I thought they turned out real good."
Me: " Don't I get any royalties?"
Him: " It's in the mail."
Glad I could help him keep his public up to date as to his likeness. Is this a srange new world or what?
Today, I will go to church and then go visit my mother. Tomorrow afternoon the local minor league team opens the season down the street at Ray Winder Field. It will be a perfect end to a good day.
Today we are reminded that victory remains in love. Maybe I do know what I believe after all.
I believe in Easter. I believe in the light.