Easter Sunday began at 5.30 for me - there was a sunrise service for all the churches in the area at Gary Point. We had a seal join us. It was cold, windy and lashings of ..... rain. Afterwards we went back to our church, which was hosting this year, and had breakfast. Yesterday evening, we had a service that started outside in the garden, where there was a sterling attempt to light the Paschal candle, but eventually it had to be relit inside the church, and we all held candles, which provided the only light for the first part of the service. There is something deeply spiritual about candles and chanting and bells and....stillness.
Kevin and I are not having our family Easter meal until tomorrow. Later today we will be visiting some friends and a couple of other friends will be there who are going back to England for keeps. I know they are happy about that decision, but Kevin and I will miss them.
One of our friends`wife died over this Eastertide. It was a short, sharp illness and really quite shocking in its suddenness. I keep thinking about that friend and wondering how such a loss can be endured.
There are times when prayer is all we have.
Hard times.
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Easter Mass in Ireland... I'd barely knelt down and it was fecking over!
Cripes! I s'pose the pubs are open by then, so gotta move the congregation on.
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