It is Easter, and our awful president is threatening Iran with war crimes on social media. This is, of course, horrible and terrifying to a new degree.
I’m on my way to see my Mom, and I was singing along to Handel’s Messiah before stopping at Starbucks. There’s a section titled “Why Do the Nations So Furiously Rage Together?” and it seems like a good question for the day.
The Pope, in his Easter address this morning, said:
Let those who have weapons lay them down! Let those who have the power to unleash wars choose peace! Not a peace imposed by force, but through dialogue! Not with the desire to dominate others, but to encounter them!
I have a lot of mixed feelings about Catholicism, but I am rooting for this Pope. Urging a desire to encounter others rather than to dominate them is such a powerful thing for a powerful man to do in 2026. The Pope has no appetite for Crusades in the Twenty-First Century.
My Easter is smaller than his or the president’s. I am drinking a toasted coconut latte because I am missing the coconut cake my former mother-in-law made every Easter. I sang along to the Messiah because that’s what we did in my Dad’s car on the way to my Grandma and Grandpa’s house on Easter. And Christmas, of course.
I can still sort of hit the high notes in the Hallelujah chorus. I know how to throw my voice into the bridge of my nose. It feels good and clears the sinuses. I do it every year and I will forever and ever. Hallelujah, hallelujah.
VIDEO OF ME & THE KID BELOW
