Look Up More

It's written in the ceiling. Just look.

I'll admit right here and now, folks. I heart Ellie. She was driving to the airport yesterday to pick up Kim and I decided to tag along. A few minutes into the ride, Ellie turns to ask, "Do you know how to get to the airport, by any chance?"

"Um. No. Do you?"

"No. I knew there was something I was supposed to do before I left."

(Silence)

"Do you have a general idea at least? Are we just driving?"

"I've never been to the airport here. Probably should have looked it up before I left."

And so phone calls were made, and Mac, though he sucks at clotting, sure was helpful in getting us there. We only got slightly lost once. Ok, maybe twice. But that's not because we can't read signs but mainly because we were busy exchanging Sunday school stories. I'm sorry to admit defeat but, she really had me beat.

In her younger days, the pastor's son, who, in Ellie's mind, could tell no lies because a. he was the pastor's son and b. he was beautiful, had told her in Sunday school that among the many people at Jesus' resurrection was Superman.

Ellie: I was like, "no, he wasn't." And he was like, "yeah, Superman was there." And I believed him. It just made so much sense the way he said it.

Moi: How old were you!?

Ellie: Too old to believe that Superman was at the ressurection. But really, I really believed him.

That story brings endless smiles to me, thinking of Superman hanging out with Jesus and Ellie. And of course, the pastor's son. Ellie described him as, "You know how in Sunday school teachers would ask if anyone has ever sinned? Well, he would raise his hand every time and say that he's never sinned."

Actually, I take back my love for Ellie. I think I heart the pastor's son.