Easter, A Poem Frilly baby blue dresses over new shiny shoes, little pink headbands and ties like a noose. It’s all the same. Same dirty hearts and hands lifted in praise to a god I’m …
So, I’ll ask you again, are you being transformed by the renewing of your mind to look, think, talk, and act more like Jesus, or are you content to go to church for an hour a week and throw up a few Hail Mary prayers during the week?
You see, as a Christian, complaining that you are alone or unloved on Valentine’s Day is like sitting at a giant table that is loaded down with the world’s most ridiculous feast, and once you are seated, you frown and say, “I wanted Chuck E Cheese.”