(see previous post for the introduction and first part of this Resurrection story.)

   Resurrection weekend is my favorite holiday (holy day). The significance it has for the world, the staggering meaning behind the cross, the miracle of the empty tomb, the personal value it has for me (for me?!?), and then the additional bonus of celebrating new life during the advent of Spring pushes this celebration to high levels for me.

Looking for a short story to read in all the spare time I'm sure you must have this week? Sure you are. :) This is one I came up with while pondering how the inside of my body operates in it's ever-present fight against Lyme Disease. (Don't worry, it doesn't get gross ;) ) This is mostly imaginative, but the places and names with an asterisk mentioned in this tale are indeed real.

Have you ever sat beside a fire with the darkness closing in around you, the sparks flying away over your head, and your eyes entranced by the beauty of the dancing flames? Well, I have. More times than I can count, actually. But one specific fall evening stands out in my memory.