Today, the Good Friday, in remembering the blood shed by Jesus Christ for saving us from no-one-knows-what sin, I pray to the God, for this desperate, chaotic, and corrupted world.

Florida and Federal judges are in the hand of Satan. God, please let them go. Please don’t cover your eyes pretending not seeing your beloved daughter, Terri, is dying of dehydration.

My God, I am sure you are still working and not leisurely fooling around with all sorts of other supernatural highhands. Your words through the book –“purpose drive life”– have empowered Ms. Ashley Smith to turn the cold-blood Atlanta killer Brian Nichols into a self-condemned brother who doesn’t need to be repented any more. What an amazing story!

God, I admire your ways of working, so sinuous and incomprehensible. The Red Lake killer Jeff Weise had been found love-deprived, depressed and paranoid. The blood in the high school may be your warning for the unutterable sin many innocent people never commit. But next time please explicitly let us know what you want.

Anyway, despite your rigid and revengeful behaviors testified in the Old Testimony, I appreciate your recent flexibility and generosity. The Pope didn’t have to preside in the Holy ceremony. Today very few people will fast anymore. However, even though I have enjoyed the breakfast, I decide to skip or postpone the lunch just to honor your flexibility.

Moreover, to save us (I believe your initial intention was only for Jews, please forgive me) from sin, you had sent your son to this earthly world. This whole weekend was once his final days on earth. Although his many miracles, including the greatest one, his resurrection, have intrigued billions of people for more than two thousand years, the world is now full of Easter bunnies and Easter eggs.

I believe people’s lunatic behaviors during this holy weekend have been allowed by you. No matter whether one has undergone a prolonged fasting or not, the Easter is a day to eat. More importantly, the colorful Easter eggs, laid by Easter Bunny who was possibly originated from the spring Goddess Eostre, remind people that it’s the time for mating. I thank your mercy for allowing this arrogance and pagan celebration.

The snow is thawing, the rain is dripping, and the birds are singing. In the air I smell a scent of green. Spring is coming!

Go celebrate because God permits. Move your ass around and let your mouth shout: I want to &^%$!

PS. An appropriate music is definitely in need during this sensual holiday. I would recommend the Le Sacre du Printemps (the Rite of Spring) composed by Igor Stravinsky. The dissonant melody, irregular rhythms, and rough feelings may motivate you to erupt. A good piece for spring.