10 April 2012
We often forget the meaning of Easter as we gorge on eggs whose meaning is ironically also made redundant through our lack of Christianity.
But this Easter I have a story to share which reflects the founding story to which we owe certain bank holidays...
I saw him dying on Friday, I didn't know how much longer he would last but in light of the circumstance he was now seemingly surplus to requirement. I finished him, drove in the final nail.
Saturday brought much burden. I checked, he was dead, no life except for a glimpse of red. I began to regret my lack of attention to his survival. How would we continue without him? Most notably, how would we check if we had a meeting on Tuesday?
Not to worry though. I plugged him in on Sunday and after an hour of charging the clock came up on the screen and he was alive again; a joyful resurrection. Thank God...I didn't need to get Vodafone to send me a replacement battery.
The Resurrection Of Easter 2012 • Opuss № I