Easter

Resurrection Day was awesome. Awesome because we were celebrating the day our Savior rose from the grave. Because we’ve been blessed to be part of a family of believers. Because we can go to church with our family and celebrate and praise God for His goodness and mercy. And afterwards go to our aunt’s house and eat, talk, and celebrate together some more.

After lunch, the girls enjoyed playing with the wagons their aunt uses to transport her plants and dirt from the backyard to the front and Jory, courtesy of Uncle Bobby and his I phone, discovered the world of Angry Birds and he was hooked. So hooked that I’m pretty sure he didn’t utter a word when I ushered him into the room with his great uncle to sit in the recliner to play the game without being in everyone’s way in the living room. So hooked that he didn’t even notice that said uncle was sitting directly in front of him watching a minister on TV, completely blocking Jory’s view of the TV. Wow, never seem him like that before with a computer game.

The family was talking when my eighteen-year-old cousin walked in, wearing what I am now calling va-jay-jay hugging shorts, with her hair flowing down her back and rockin’ four inch heels. Sometimes when women wear things that are too tight or too short, you can tell they are self-conscious because they are always tugging and pulling on their clothing, but not my little cousin. She walked around like she was wearing a normal outfit. It’s strange to see someone and think if she added five or six more inches that outfit was be appropriate, yet still cute. So no one says anything and then she was walking out the door, when her aunt stopped her.

“Where are you going?” her aunt asked her.

“I’m going to the swapmeet to get my brother some shoes,” the eighteen-year-old answered.

“Could you stop by Payless for me?” her aunt inquired.

“I don’t think they are open, but the swapmeet is because the owners are Korean and they don’t celebrate Easter,” she replied.

I was sitting next to her aunt watching, hearing the interplay and I was stunned. Did she just say Koreans don’t celebrate Easter? Seriously?! Seriously?

“Well, if you don’t think Payless is open- -“ her aunt continued.

“No, Easter is like an American holiday and Koreans don’t celebrate it.”

Seriously. She just said, what I had hoped she hadn’t said.

“That’s okay then. See you later,” her aunt concluded.

My cousin stood up, bid us adieu, and left.

I turned to her aunt/my older cousin and said, “You’re her aunt and a minister’s wife. Her grandpa is a minister. Don’t you think you should have schooled her on what Easter means?”

“She knows what Easter means. She was generalizing,” my older cousin said to me.

I turned away and thought I won’t even continue this conversation. It can’t be possible my cousin is a hoochie mama or dresses like a hoochie mama and dumb. You can’t be both.

When I later thought of this conversation, I realized not only did my cousin say that Easter was an American holiday, you know like Veteran’s Day or 4th of July; and that she didn’t get the whole Jesus being beaten and crucified for our sins and rose from the grave so that we could if we so choose spend eternity with him; but she also was saying that Koreans weren’t Americans.

I said to a friend, my cousin can’t be a dumb hoochie mama. But then she reminded me that hoochie mamas are mostly dumb. She was right. Sadly, she was right.