Two sweet Syrian women work where I work and they’re the most wonderful. Once they gave me an Easter egg decorated in an Eastern Orthodox fashion, and we had an interesting conversation about Jesus, who fascinates me even though I’m not at all a Christian. Eastern Orthodoxy also packs a real punch as a topic (try Mount Athos if you need convincing) and I’m interested in how different Christian groups choose their holidates.
So when we came back to work after New Year’s, I wished her a merry Christmas and then said, “Oh, but wait, do y’all do the later date?”
“No, we do December 25,” she said. “Then we do both dates for Easter.”
“Oh that’s fun!” I said.
“Yes,” she said. “After everything He did for us, it’s the least we can do!”
I’d actually stopped by to compliment her new hyacinth, one of those plants whose selling point is that you can almost actually see it growing before your very eyes. It smells wonderful.