for my vesture they did cast lots

My mom has been renewing contacts with old acquaintances now that the children who prompted their initial meetings are all grown and gone and everyone has quite a bit more free time. She and the parents of one of my little brother's good friends from his Christian private middle school have been back-and-forthing until they finally settled on a date when our two families were available to get together for dinner and a proposed group activity that all concerned have been known to enjoy. Even I, disinclined by nature to socialize with virtual strangers, opted to attend when I heard that my mom was bringing her famous cheesecake.

I mention all of this, not because it is of general interest, but to explain how I come to be going out to play poker on Good Friday.

... at least it's not strip poker? (John 19:23-24)
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