March 31, 2024
Easter Sunday
God has gone up with a shout, and the Lord with the sound of trumpets.
Most of the day a flawless, cloudless celestial blue.
Three services so close together exhausting for us, but, one hopes, inspiring for the congregation.
Brunch after at the Village Pub.
Maybe its exhaustion, but at the moment I look at the Paschal Mysteries as a child through a window at some distant, forbidden thing. They are not for me. I was not invited. I have failed to beat my way in. I waved my palm on the highway, shouted my hosanna, and that ended my part in the story.
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