Two women, two angels, and a dead body walk into a bar.
Wait, wait. Don’t make a joke of this day.
It is Resurrection Sunday.
The day pews fill with guilty faces.
The pastor begins.
Hymn #1: Christ Arose
Suits and flowery dresses
Chanting so Peter will write their names down.
Hymn #2: In the Garden
“Our father who art in heaven
Name and such. Thy kingdom or will is nice
Forgive us our daily bread and love, amen...”
Offering plates in your face
Fifty, one hundred dollar bills fall in.
“Maybe Peter will see how much I gave.”
Sweat makes bills soggy and sticky.
Sermon: Jesus is alive and stuff
Shouts of amen and halleluiah
Silent prayers of thankfulness
permeate the air.
Last Hymn: He Lives
Whew, JC is back for another year.
“Thanks Pastor, you always nail it.”
“Come on, kids. Let’s have brunch!”
Maybe he should have stayed dead this year.
Maybe that would make people more conscious.
Zachary Rodriguez - rodrigtz@bu.edu
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