super risen

New Year's is technically January 1st and all New Year's resolutions are supposed to start on this day. Luckily, Easter is a second chance to start reworking those resolutions. Especially the spritual ones, which can be more fulfilling than any diet, workout regimen or promise that will undoubtedly be broken before too long. Most people wouldn't be too stoked on renewing their baptismal promises to the Lord, but the holy jerk in me had the opportunity to do it twice this weekend.

This past Holy Week arrived just in time. Just in time to save me from my own self, the doubts, the fear, the helplessness that is really just a demon that is sent to stop me from triumphing and moving forward to do what it is I'm on this earth to do. Whatever my path is that God has chosen for me, I have to be willing to walk it with courage and dignity whether it is nursing, mortuary science, or pouring coffee.

What I loved most about yesterday was the large presence of people in our tiny church. While I wish that there was a turnout that size every week, its awesome to know that God is alive and well in the hearts of so many men even if it is only a couple of times a year that the parking lot is that crowded.

My Easter promise and resolution to myself and to my Lord is acceptance. Acceptance that I love God and that I surrender to Him with all my heart. I am so done with denying Jesus and my love for Him. That is my new promise. I can still love Iron Maiden, Jack and Coke and an occasional cigarette. I can still love my church, a tearful prayer and have my favorite church songs. This is my duality. There can be no light without dark and no life without death. So for me, there can be no rock n' roll Friday nights, without grateful Sunday rejoicing!