I have learned I could never be a second grade teacher. Not in a million years. Not for any amount of money. Sadly, quarantine has taught me that I am not as patient as I previously might have believed.
I’ve been looking for the essence of Easter. Cleaning out the closet, if you will, and ditching all of the stuff that may be nice, interesting, or appealing to someone else, but for me not really useful. I don’t want to argue about theology. I don’t even want to try to understand everything. I just want Easter in a nutshell, Easter distilled, Easter in its simplest form.