“I find it easier to believe in God than to believe Hamlet was deduced from the molecular structure of a mutton chop.” ― William F. Buckley, Jr.
Due to the unpredictable nature of freight, made all the more unpredictable by the unsteady state of the economy, it seems I won't be spending Easter with family after all. Such is the nature of the line of work to which I've become so enamored, but which exacts a personal toll all the same. Freight changes, but thankfully a family's love doesn't. Circumstances in life change, but thankfully the enduring and holy love we celebrate at Easter doesn't.
We are taught that, "Greater love hath no man than that he lay down his life for his friends." This scripture, made flesh by Our Lord, is an inspiration to the believer. At Easter, we celebrate His triumph over the grave which grants eternal salvation against which neither the gates of Hell, nor Mr. Obama's looming Independent Payment Advisory Board (which ever comes first), will prevail. For that, I am eternally grateful. Happy Easter!