What good Masses at the Missions, full of joy. That in mind, wishing you all the best, new life in the risen and triumphant Christ. The strife, liturgically, is o'er, and so to score the uplift:
Turn it up and blast it out. Satan, Hell and Death is utterly refuted. Stand firm in that and do not surrender, ever,
Christus Surrexit Alleluia,
LSP
Amen. God bless.
ReplyDeleteA fine homily, Rev.
ReplyDeleteWe normally go to Sunrise Services. There is a lake a.k.a. former gravel pit on the east end of the church property and if it's warm enough and the wind is relatively calm, we gather there, dodging goose poo of course. But if too cold and windy, which seems to be the norm, there's a large room in the east end of the "activity center" we use instead. When the clouds are just right, the sun breaks through the windows just about the time we're finishing up and it's very surreal, and a very lovely effect.
But this year we didn't make it. I didn't sleep very well (guilty conscience, perhaps) and Mrs. closed the bedroom door to keep the cat out and let me sleep. When Dammit Cat decides it's time for attention, there is no ignoring that one. So, it was "regular" service instead and all day yesterday, I felt like we missed something, and maybe we did.
Happy Easter, Linda!
ReplyDeleteInteresting, Wild. My dad, an Anglican priest, used to hold sunrise Easter Masses and it is the ancient way.
ReplyDeleteImagine, they hear the prophecies proclaimed throughout the night to the light of the Holy Fire and then, as the sun was rising, the Sacrament of our Lord's crucified and risen body would be confected.
Perhaps we'll be forced back into that better rite.