Last Friday we arrived at the local grocery store 45 minutes before opening, believing that was early enough. Unfortunately 40 other people thought they should get there earlier.
I bought leg of lamb destined for the Easter oven. I feared the creature might be in short supply on our return grocery trip this Good Friday.
Lamb is not cheap. Every time I buy it, I wade into a field of budget guilt. Why not go with the more prolific pork at 1/10th the cost?
Pork is predictable. Lamb is exceptional. I like exceptional.
Easter predictably happens the first Sunday after Spring’s first full moon. Yet in every Easter hides the exceptional reality of the resurrection.
It’s the resurrection of Jesus that caused such consternation in the early decades of the Church. Guffaws all around at the mentioning of a really, really dead man becoming really, really not.
I’m not so sure individuals about to climb in bed with death guffaw that much at the resurrection. When applied to oneself, resurrection is quite exceptional, indeed.
I suggest Lamb over pig everyday.