the good news.

It's been quite the last 10 days (or so), eh?

First, POTUS finally released his original birth certificate, because I'm sure when originally running for president and the senate and you know going to law school and getting a job and stuff, no one ever saw where he was born and it's been this HUGE conspiracy since his birth to hide where he was born. Americans are so stupid. I mean, are there really people out there who are convinced that this guy wasn't born in America? And do you only think that because you don't like him? I might start using that one on people, "You know that gUrl, Trisha? I hate her. I heard she was born in Egypt." Please.

Not too long after that the South was pummeled by tornadoes. Texas Governor, Rick Perry made a real ass out of himself a day after the worst outbreak by saying the federal government doesn't care about Texas because they didn't react fast enough for him in the wake of a horrific wild fire (or several, really). I wish that guy would secede from Texas.

Then came the Royal Wedding. And as quickly as it happened, it was over.

Thank goodness.

And of course, the news of all news: Osama Bin Laden is dead. As I sat and watched the news on Sunday evening the reporters kept saying, "This is one of those moments you'll never forget where you were and what you were doing when you heard the news." Um...it was like, 10pm on a Sunday night-- I was doing what most people were doing-- getting ready for bed and Monday. What else do people do that late on a freakin' Sunday? But, I did start to wonder, "Are my kids going to ask me where I was when they confirmed Bin Laden's death and I'm going to have to tell them sitting on my couch and they'll be like, soooooo disappointed?"

I mean, what's a girl to do? Do I re-write history myself? Do I tell them I was standing on a street corner somewhere waving an American flag while holding up one of my friends on my shoulders? Do I tell them I was at a bar and the whole place broke out into the National Anthem and followed it up with "God Bless America?" Doubtful.

I hope I don't really ever have to recount the event to my children, because I hope that 20 years from now I'm not still "celebrating" the death of this terrible man. I hope, instead, I'm celebrating 30 years of freedom since the attack on the World Trade Center.

Don't get me wrong, the death of Osama Bin Laden is a good thing in my eyes. And it was justice being served. But, as I think about that piece of "good news" and all the other news that has happened over the last couple of weeks I have to stop and remember the really good news: the tomb was empty. Jesus is alive.

And that is something to celebrate.

That is something to be joyous about.

That is something that deserves 24/7 news coverage.

That's something that deserves its own Twitter feed.

"The angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples: ‘He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.’ Now I have told you.” -- Matthew 28: 5-7