I'm in Arkansas, celebrating with Gam. We have a big day of church and Southern-style potlucks ahead of us, so I got up at 4:00 (yes, I know) to catch up on grading and homework before the day begins.
I'm all about these quick weekends in Arkansas because I want to be able to see Gama regularly and this is the "easiest" way to do it, yet "easy" or any version of "convenient" are not at all the right words to describe the Arkansas experience.
Yesterday we went on a road trip to see the first church I ever attended.
Papa was a country preacher, in addition to many other things, and he preached here the first few years of my life. I can remember going here (there's an outhouse in the back; no indoor plumbing) and I particularly remember hearing the traffic on the road outside mixed in with our songs and his sermons.
I remember laying in Gama's lap and looking at the pictures in her Bible before I was able to sit up and pretend to pay attention on my own. She had one of those Bibles that has famous paintings of religious scenes in a few sections throughout the text, and I would stare at the angel protecting Isaac from sacrifice, or a rendition of Noah's arc, while church was going on.
She still uses the same Bible. Today I'm going to sneak a peak at those pictures.
Happy Easter to you! He is Risen!
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