“Just a Belief”

A man who looked to be in his sixties, his graying hair disheveled by the wind, walked up to where we were working.

“What are you doing?” he asked. “Going to have a concert? Having a wedding or something?”

“No,” we answered, “We’re having an Easter Sunrise Service tomorrow morning.”

With that, his voice took on a brusque, defensive tone.

“Well,” he huffed, “it’s just a belief. You can believe anything you want, I guess. But that’s all it is – just a belief.” Whereupon he harrumphed, turned, and walked away swiftly.