I spent my Easter Sunday doing laundry, cleaning my apartment and making the attempt to start doing my taxes. The only reason I knew it was Easter was because it said so in my planner.
Does this mean I’m a bad person? Was it wrong for me not to go to church? Am I going to burn in hell forever – for an eternity?
Around Easter time, 2003, I wrote a bit for CityBeat about eternity. Click here to give it a read.
To say I got a lot of hate mail on it would be an understatement, but eternity is a long time – like forever. Think about it. Is that something that’s appealing to you?
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