Taking a short break this afternoon for a nice grilled cheese sandwich with bread and butter pickles (internal to the sandwich, mmmm) ... a homemade latte ... a little desultory television...and then time to get changed and saddle up and go do a communion visit. Back to St. Curious in time for the Vigil tonight at 8...assisted by three other parishes, so the Rambler gets to ride the bench unless one of the visiting clergy sprains something vital.
It's been a good Holy Week at St. Curious -- Palm Sunday went beautifully including some slightly impromptu processing by children and choir, happy distribution of home-made palm branches (hooray for newsprint): then daily Eucharists Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday; a students' supper Maundy Thursday followed by a mighty footwashing (on a scale hitherto unknown in those parts); children doing a fine and happy activity on Good Friday during the Good Friday devotions -- with a very good turn-out, mightily cheering to one and all.
A lovely interlude on Friday evening -- local small chorus has established the tradition of a "sacred concert" on Good Friday in the Fancy Schmancy Downtown Concert Hall; and this year their choice was the Brahms Deutsches Requiem; 30 some select voices and piano accompaniment. There was a good crowd including a significant number of local clergy--it is such a treat late on Good Friday to participate in something beautiful and reverent without having to DRIVE it!
And this morning an innovation, an Easter Egg hunt on the church grounds for children of the community, and thanks be to God there was no snow to contend with...contrary to ALL expectations (head-shaking, tooth-sucking expectations), there were at least 20 children in attendance and a whooping good time was had by all.
Just to ensure that the laughter never stops... Fab Rector at St. Curious was up early this morning and let out her Faithful Dog, who went out like the valiant creature he is and promptly found a skunk. They did not part friends. So on her schedule today also is the de-stinking of her mephitic hound (also self, house, clothing, etc. etc.).
Nobody has as much fun as we do, nobody.
And there were swans this morning, flying over the river...
Happy Easter, alleluia.
2 comments:
sounds like a delightful holy week...
I had the most relaxed Easter in years.
I went straight from the office to St. Igloo's at 7:00 p.m. on Thursday, slept most of Friday (apart from a visit to the gym), did laundry on Saturday, made the early (Book of Common Prayer) Eucharist at St. Igloo's on Sunday.
Then slept until I was nearly late for Easter Dinner at a young colleague's house.
There I made gravy (the lady of the house was raised by a woman who made gravy with Bisto -- the horror, the horror), ate and drank with other people in the room! and, with one of the other single men, converted the turkey carcass into an enormous quantity of soup.
And it was so nice not to be driving anything, not having to sing (perform) anything, just to BE there.
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