Easter - 1989 - St. Augustine

I think I posted this last year in another blog. The boys would have been four-and-a-half and The Lovely Daughter one-and-a-half. Look at those blonde heads!

I went to the Easter Vigil service tonight and I made it from beginning to end. It was like running a marathon. I can't imagine how I will get through through the Easter morning service in my field ed church.

The Easter Vigil readings cover the entire arc of Scripture. For me, it was kind of like going in and out of consciousness. There are places in the story where I connect out of some almost reflexive hope, and then I slip back into those dark hours before dawn, before the Exodus, before creation.

I suppose that each spring a little bit more of the story will come into focus, and perhaps the light of Sunday will crack open the Terrible Sadness of Saturday. But I can see that we are talking about a project of many years.