I awoke to the sound of church bells ringing out, only yards away from my window. Oh, blessed interruption!
And it was a wonderful Easter Sunday. Delicious food to begin with, talking and laughing with daughter-of-Rosie, and an Easter service that more than fulfilled expectations. You just should have heard the singing booming out, with smiles shining all around. It was the sweetest thing.
And the church was packed. Father Gough approached the front and greeted everyone firmly, and with the most marvelous smile. "Christ is Risen!" he called out.
The congregation instantly responded, "He is Risen Indeed!" These same words would be repeated all across this wide world today, and the immediacy of that Message washed over us. Then the opening hymn began and we all rose to our feet, singing at the tops of our voices,
Christ the Lord is risen today! Alleluia!
Sons of men and angels say, Alleluia!
Raise your joys and triumphs high! Alleluia!
Sing ye heavens and earth reply, Alleluia!
Who could sit after such a hymn?
We then kept watch as the choir and the Cross processed around and through the church. Maybe that is my favorite thing of all, that Cross winding its way, finally coming to rest at the front. Or maybe my favorite thing was when the priest baptized the dearest and sweetest of babies. He held her up and she gazed at the crowd with no fear, just taking it all in. Then of course there was another favorite, when the Banns of Marriage were read out (perhaps you Americans can just Google this because I don't have enough time to explain it). I thought it was all brilliant.
But I now realize that the real and highest favorite of my Easter Sunday service, was (as it should be) Communion...that great mystery and its combination of humility and glory. And Grace. Yes, it was the high point, and could be no other.
But sleep that night would not come to the SconeLady, even after all of this. For the rather stunning son has broken a bone! He has been accidentally harmed and the collar bone is bust. Oh woe!
So I must watch, and learn, and listen from afar. And do a bit of internet nagging. You cannot blame the SconeLady for some worrying, because any mother who is 6,000 miles from a crackled collar bone will worry just a bit. Maybe a large bit.
It simply cannot be helped.
See you along the way!