Holy rollers

Crowds gathering at public Easter Services feels a bit like the old practice of handling snakes to prove God's power over death.

Now I, for one, am not willing to test the Almighty God. But Y'all go ahead and breathe in the virus, drink the venom, or perform whatever test you think you need. I'll be over at the house watching it on Facebook Live because someone needs to stay well enough to identify your body and attend your memorial services when the rest of us finally get released from  quarantine.