We Just Don't Pilgrimage Like We Used To
This Sunday is Easter. I almost forgot. I wish I was back in Rome to join the one million penitents on the pilgrimage from the Vatican to the Colosseum. It took two thousands years for Rome to fess up to Christian Hunger Games. I'd love to be there for the mass beneath the cross that overshadows the Emperor's box-seats. 
Instead I'll be in Rome next month for the Olive Oil Festival. This Easter I'll still be here in Hooterville, along with my sweet tea, hollow chocolate bunnies and my peeps. The pilgrimage will take place as usual starting at the church parking lot and ending at the Chinese Buffet.
This Sunday is Easter. I almost forgot. I wish I was back in Rome to join the one million penitents on the pilgrimage from the Vatican to the Colosseum. It took two thousands years for Rome to fess up to Christian Hunger Games. I'd love to be there for the mass beneath the cross that overshadows the Emperor's box-seats. 
Instead I'll be in Rome next month for the Olive Oil Festival. This Easter I'll still be here in Hooterville, along with my sweet tea, hollow chocolate bunnies and my peeps. The pilgrimage will take place as usual starting at the church parking lot and ending at the Chinese Buffet.
3 comments:
Nice paradox, Babba.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRdfX7ut8gw
...go for it!
Daddy, you're so funny! You should try some Anglican services. Maundy Thursday and Good Friday get you nice and depressed for the weekend. Then you're so happy to see the Peeps on Sunday morning that it DOES feel like Easter :-)
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