We went to the 11:00 AM service at St. Christopher’s, as usual. It was OK, but a bit of a let-down after the traditional Holy Week services. Perhaps next year, with Tom out, we will be able to go to a proper Easter Vigil Liturgy.

Fr. Michael preached. In recent months he has frequently referred to the works of Marcus Borg and Dominic Crossan, scholars who take a very modern, demythologized, view of the Gospel narratives. However, today he quoted from N.T. Wright, who, while hardly fundamentalist, is much closer to the traditional interpretation. This certainly makes it easier to do an Easter sermon: You just have to proclaim the Resurrection story rather than explain it away. Of course, people may not believe it, but that is a well documented problem.

I took Tom away for the afternoon so Mia could get the house ready for Easter dinner. As I have frequently done before, I drove him down to Northfield to visit the Carleton College campus. After we arrived he hesitated for a moment, then got out of the car and started walking around the campus. There I am pretty much willing to let him walk where he wants–I know the campus so well that I can let down my guard slightly and can just follow him. Tom wandered around the Bald Spot (for non-Carls, the center of campus), then headed for his favorite destination: The back door of Boliou Hall (The Fine Arts building). I have no idea why he like this particular place. College was in session, and in fact quite busy, so the door was open. We went into Boliou, up and down the stairs, up the elevator and out. I tried to get him on the path over the Lyman Lakes to Goodhue and beyond, since I wanted to visit the Hill of Three Oaks. However, he was having none of that. We wandered through Olin Hall but did not, alas, visit Physics Department territory. We spent some time on the first floor, where there were exhibits about Psychology Department projects. However, nothing about autism. We also spent some time in Mudd Hall, immediately to the east, then back outside. After circling the Bald Spot again, this time widdershins, we spent back to the car. He was getting a little difficult and it was really time to go. I drove north relatively slowly, on Highway 3, to maximize the time Mia would have for getting the house in order for dinner.