Some of us are old enough to remember a song about the Boston subway system called the “M.T.A.” It bemoaned the fate of Charlie, who didn’t have the correct fare in order to exit the train. I knew the feeling as I ran into a series of travel glitches while trying to get home from a lengthy series of presentations this past weekend. “Will she ever return, oh will she ever return…?” was my own chorus of lament as I watched the airport monitors announce delays and missed connections. My husband sent a text that contained the secret to coping with my travel woes: “Go with the flow.” When life throws our plans out of whack, it’s the sanest way to travel.Continue Reading
We don’t make much of Arbor Day any more. It has been overshadowed, perhaps, by the flashier Earth Day which precedes it. Nevertheless, I am going to mark the day by recalling the poem "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer.Continue Reading
If you have celebrated Triduum even once, you know why it’s consider the most sacred time in the Church year.Continue Reading
“When Jesus ascended into heaven, where, exactly, did he go?” This question, posed by a friend in a bible study group, took me off guard. Because we associate “heaven” with the sky, it is natural to picture Jesus rising into the clouds. Browse the web and this is precisely what shows up in paintings and illustrations of this mysterious event.Continue Reading
I re-discovered this year why Easter is a feast. There was such abundance in my celebration, starting with the rich symbols and rituals of the Vigil service on Saturday night. It began outside with a blazing fire that left all of us reeking of wood smoke, and continued with the gradual accumulation of light in the church as the flame from the Paschal Candle was passed from one person to the next. The readings from the Old Testament told of God’s creative and liberating power. The alleluias burst forth in song, and the Gospel proclaimed Christ risen from the dead. The water of Baptism flowed freely and all gave thanks for the blessing of newly-initiated members into our church family. I went to bed feeling inspired by the beauty of our liturgical life.
Getting new clothes for Easter was a childhood delight in a couple of ways. First of all, it meant I had something brand new rather than my sisters’ hand-me-downs. Secondly, it heralded the start of spring and the concurrent emergence of pastel colors and filmy fabrics.
There are many signs and symbols of new life that surround us at Easter. By opening ourselves to discovery, we become better attuned to recognizing these signs as we make our way through one of the church's most sacred seasons. It is a time to pay attention, a time to be still, a time to be immersed in the wonder of God's love and the closeness of Christ's presence. It is the season to celebrate new life.
The Easter season is one in which the Church celebrates the fifty days from Easter Sunday to Pentecost as one continuous feast day. The celebration of the Easter season encompasses the Ascension (the return of Jesus Christ to his Father in heaven) and Pentecost itself.
On my neighborhood’s Facebook page, tucked amid notices about road closings and queries about handymen and window cleaners, was a post that stopped my heart. Four local high school students committed suicide within the span of two weeks. Because I am still reeling from the shooting at Arapaho High School in December, the news both haunts and torments me. What kind of despair envelops our youth to the degree that they choose to snuff out their own lives? How much anger and frustration builds inside of a teenager to warrant blasting a classmate in the face with a shotgun?