The vigil and Mass of the Resurrection were absolutely beautiful. Our drive was a bit foggy, but the weather was perfect for the lighting of the Easter fire. As we processed from the cold outside to the church, we could gradually feel the warmth of the little candles all the people were holding. As the priest sang the Exultet, you just new this was something special. Then there were the lessons from the Old Testament, the blessing of the Easter water, then the renewal of our Baptismal vows. After the Litany of the Saints, Mass began. Three hours from the start, we were on our way home in the fog.
This morning at 7, there was just a bit of hoar frost from the fog of the night before. And then it began. Within 4 hours we had four inches of snow–very heavy wet snow. But hey, isn’t white the Easter color?
A few pictures:
Lamb Butter
Pascha
Magdalene Icon written by Rebekah
Me in the outfit we bought for my mother for Ashley’s wedding.
This is what you call a friend. He drove his tractor from home to come help Larry clear the driveway for our Easter guests. Thanks, Byron.
What a joy it was to celebrate Easter Sunday with such dear friends. We are truly blessed to have such friends as yourselves! There was only one problem with the dinner, however: I fear that I will never be able to cut into the ‘Lamb of God’ butter; you can classify that with my not being able to read the sections of the Gospel where the parishoners are asked to say the words of those who would have our Lord crucified. I cannot say whether or not I’d have a similar problem slathering a gob of Herod butter on my bread, but I think that such unorthodox speculation be left for another time.
I’ll have to look for a Herod mold and experiment with future guests to see which one they cut into!