thisnewday

Raining today. Just raining.

Once, when I was 12 years old and grieving the loss of my maternal grandmother, her sister came out on the porch where I was sitting and asked me if I knew what the shortest verse in the Bible was.

I said that I didn't.

"Jesus wept," she said.

She knew how special my grandmother had been to me and had noticed that there were no tears. Just silence. Just me, out there alone, sitting in silence.

And so she said, "Jesus wept."

Some years after that, when I was a freshman in college and was taking Intro to Lit, the professor, who was a practicing Christian, introduced the literary concept of "pathetic fallacy."

The pathetic fallacy is when nature, or other non-human forces or objects, are portrayed in art or literature as acting in sympathy with human feelings.

Today is Good Friday, the day on which Christians believe Jesus was crucified.

When I was younger, and it rained on Good Friday, I always thought that this meant that nature was grieving the loss of God's son, mankind's savior.

I don't remember what I thought when the day was warm and pleasant and sunny.

I just remember that there used to be such days...

LPK
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3.30.2018