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Jguerra
Guest
Happy Easter to all!
It happens every year. My wife and I and our two kids (9, 15) faithfully attend the Easter Triduum services. On Holy Saturday, when the Gloria is sung and the bells ring; when the Alleluia thunders throughout the Church and most especially when the deacon proclaims the Gospel (“He is not here, He is risen just as he said”), I start trembling, my eyes tear up and when I try to join in the singing, there’s a lump in my throat.
There is something mystical about hearing the Gospel at this liturgy. It is as if I’m actually taken back in time to the empty tomb. It is as if, I’m running just behind the women on their way back to the disciples to tell them He is risen indeed.
It is then that this miserable sinner can mumble ‘I love you, Lord.’
I always walk out of the church with two things: a refilled bottle of Easter holy water and a soggy hankerchief.
Peace to all and Happy Easter!
Joe
It happens every year. My wife and I and our two kids (9, 15) faithfully attend the Easter Triduum services. On Holy Saturday, when the Gloria is sung and the bells ring; when the Alleluia thunders throughout the Church and most especially when the deacon proclaims the Gospel (“He is not here, He is risen just as he said”), I start trembling, my eyes tear up and when I try to join in the singing, there’s a lump in my throat.
There is something mystical about hearing the Gospel at this liturgy. It is as if I’m actually taken back in time to the empty tomb. It is as if, I’m running just behind the women on their way back to the disciples to tell them He is risen indeed.
It is then that this miserable sinner can mumble ‘I love you, Lord.’
I always walk out of the church with two things: a refilled bottle of Easter holy water and a soggy hankerchief.
Peace to all and Happy Easter!
Joe