Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," where we figure the straight and narrow path leads to nowhere! Promenade on the boulevard! You might meet a bored deity well worth knowing!
Easter draws nigh, and that means my daughter The Spare and I will be making a little sojourn to see my sister out in the old home town.
Many weird things have been happening to Sis since I put a little faerie in charge of her household. In fact I mean to speak sternly to that faerie (named Grizzabella), because she has overdone her services!
Sis's house is now populated with faeries and their homes, but Sis has not deserted her Christian church. And so, as I am to stay with her on Friday night, I will be accompanying her to her church to see an Easter Pageant.
I don't think I need to tell you what that means. Do I? Because if I do, leave a comment, and I'll go into detail.
Anyway, I gladly accompany Sis to this event, because she is planning to attend the Fairie Festival at Spoutwood Farm, where she will see a pageant of a different sort.
It's only fair, I think, to go to a Jesus-fest on Good Friday. I've got nothing against Jesus, when push comes to shove. And a Passion Play at a mega-church on Good Friday is likely to be as entertaining as Wrestlemania, when you factor in the people-watching in the stands.
The only quibble I have with Jesus is that he's cornered too much of the praise and worship market. He's like a Monopoly Deity. He should share! Then he would have more time to do for his remaining followers.
And how would we choose who stays with Jesus and who goes? Let Him do it!
Jesus, take yours and leave the rest! We'll contact the bored gods, and in no time we'll have many lovely religions thriving, hopefully without telling one another how to do stuff.
I will be gone until after Easter. But don't forget about me! When I return I'll tell you all about the mega-church Passion Play, and how Grizzabella the Fairy has been misbehaving in my sister's home and checking account!
KEEN TO BE IN BERKELEY SPRINGS