So the scriptures tell us Jesus rose from the dead today. I'm never really sure what to believe as far as such theological matters go. But historically, Jesus did exist. I love the King (Elvis), and I love to cling to the mystery that he still roams the world today; I even like to go along with the nut-bag in Tennessee that saw his face in her potato chip, but . . . well, there's nothing really wrong with believing in miracles. I believe in Mother Mary. Whether or not Jesus is indeed our savior, a mother still lost her son. So I'd like to give a ferocious soul hug to Mary, because son of God or not, no parent should HAVE to bury their child.
I usually like to get all up in the face of Dante's Inferno . . . but on days like this, Canto XXXIII of the Paradiso is what I love to read.
Whisper words of wisdom.
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