Sunday, April 18, 2010

On Being Human and Easter Eggs

I know this blog entry about Easter is a little late...but here goes...

We color eggs each year and each year The Colonel colors one of his eggs with a Sci-Fi theme and one with a creepy theme...observe this year's eggs wrought by the hand (and mind) of The Colonel below.

The Alien and The Exposed Brain Guy. What kid wouldn't like seeing these in their Easter basket?

I usually make deviled eggs with our artful creations the day after coloring. I did again this year.

I used a different recipe than last year and I do not remember where I got this recipe, but I do know I will not use it again. The eggs were edible, just not as delicious as I have made in the past.

Spud and I attended the sunrise mass this Easter. It was held at Ponce de Leon Park in town.

I was sure I had gotten Spud up, packed the lawn chairs and hit the road early enough to beat some of the crowd, but we still had to park some distance away and walk to where the mass was being held. We were able to set up our chairs on the blacktop and not in the grass where we might have had to be watchful of fire ants.

It was dark when we set up our chairs.

The sun slowly rose as Fr. Riley said the mass. (I wish I could have gotten a picture of said sunrise, but it was behind some trees and I thought it would be disrespectful to God and a distraction for the other mass attendees to snap away. The pictures you see here were taken before and after mass.)

It was a beautiful experience celebrating Easter under the canopy of the sky. As the sun rose I was bathed in its warmth and light and I was feeling the beautiful gravity of Easter's meaning. My prayers and spirit slipped the surly bonds of earth as they flew towards Heaven.

They returned to Earth and I contemplated Jesus' human nature and what he did for me and everyone. As I contemplated His humanness my eyes fell upon this...

This result of human error...having a dryer sheet tucked into one's collar and failing to notice it. Then I began to do another very human thing...I become almost singularly distracted by this dryer sheet and try not to laugh and resist the powerful urge to remove it.

I begin thinking to myself, "Can't he feel it there?" or "How come his wife didn't notice it?" and "I wish the lady directly behind him would remove it for him!"

I point it out to Spud (bad mommy, what was I thinking?) He smiles but I can tell he is not consumed by this distraction as I am (thank you Jesus). What is wrong with me? I feel like a kid who cannot stay focused on the task at hand (mass) and is easily distracted (8 years of catholic school and daily masses, out the window. Can you say adult A.D.D.? Yes Mom and the Sisters of Notre Dame, you taught me better than that).

Jesus was human once, I think he will forgive me.

I'm only human after all.


  1. Jill, I do the same sort of things. Once aware of the offending dryer sheet, I would have been able to do nothing else, but stare at it and try not to giggle. Good thing I wasn't sitting next to you....When I catch myself daydreaming during church (usually about knitting) I just call it Divine Intervention and let it flow!

  2. Reminds me of the time J, K, and I attended Christmas Eve Mass. An old man was grumpy, and we all thought the whole scene was somehow hysterical. Even the family behind us started laughing-- one of the sons behind us, in full police uniform (w/ gun) was busting a gut! Lord, forgive us! JMK

  3. I expereinced a laugh moment this past Sunday at Mass. The lady in front of me had a quite noticeable hair stuck to her black pants right where her crack was, I showed Mom but couldn't or wouldn't show Dad, that would not be appropriate, and if I had, Dad and I would have had to leave immediately...........Kit

  4. I remember that Christmas Mass, thought I would have to spend a day in confession and wear a hair shirt for penance. K