Latter Day Sinner

It’s Easter. In Jerusalem it’s probably already morning and the tomb is empty. It’s a little after midnight here. A long time and a long way off from the resurrection of Jesus Christ. My brain is mush. Held together with very modern psych meds. Jesus isn’t going to change that. I wonder if his going to change anything. Why should I worship a Middle Eastern man from two thousand years ago? He’s not coming back.