Sunday, April 12, 2009

Christus resurrexit! Sicut dixit. Alleluia!

“It was on an Easter Sunday,
    and all in the morning,
    our Savior arose,
    and our heavenly King.
The sun and the moon,
    they both did rise with him,
    and sweet Jesus
    we’ll call him by name.”

It was a glorious Solemn High Mass we celebrated, for this day the Lord had made. The clouds had parted, and there were none to be found in the sky. The dogwood trees were in bloom in the Virginia hunt country, with the Blue Ridge mountains in the distance, as Sal and I made our way to a farm in the midst of this scenery. We spent an afternoon with a family whose sons assist at the altar with me. We inspected the chickens in the pen, enjoyed a lovely dinner, and listened to Chopin and Rachmaninoff on the piano. The sun was drawing the day to a close as we parted, a blessed day amongst the beauty of man's gifts to fellow man, and God's gifts to all men.

I wish there were more days like this. Would I appreciate them nearly as much?

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