Grandma peels the potatoes. Mom bakes the brownies. Dad sets a timer for the ham bake. Hey, somebody’s phone is ringing. Oh, sweet, it’s Ben’s brother. As it turns out, the youngest of his boys has acquired strep throat. Discussions occur. It’s deemed more prudent to nix the boys from the equasion due to decreased immune systems. You should see Ben’s face!
The reader must remember that Ben is the guy who doesn’t really relate to children much at all. Due to his new nephew and the other boys, he’s gotten much better, but that inner beast exists yet. But, you really ought to see Ben’s face! he keeps just saying, “Wow!”
Easter is one of those days when envy can tend to come Ben’s way unintentionally. He’s got pretty much his whole family nearby, and everybody usually comes over to his place for a shindig. There was a time when other family members came, but they haven’t done so for undisclosed reasons over the last few years. With Ben’s brother’s new son, and the stepsons which he’s taking on from his fiancée, the void from those other family members is salved. That high energy which they bring adds joy and soar muscles to the mix. But… What to do with strep throat?
Eventually, the two older boys have decided to come up anyway. There shall indeed be children.
So on this blessed Easter Sunday, on which we commemorate anew the resurrection of the only savior of all the worlds, Jesus Christ, what do we gain from this story of devastation and renewal? Is it really about Ben? Is strep throat the problem? The author doesn’t limit God that way.
God the Father turned his back on his only begotten son two days ago at Galgatha, but his still, small voice is thundering today. This is my son, in whom I am well pleased. If he can tame the inner child-loathing beast within Ben Bloomgren, can he not pull Satan’s teeth? So death! Where’s your sting!