Left alone in the church, Father Diamond rehearsed the day. It was almost one o’clock. He could have a break for a couple of hours. Perhaps he ought to get himself some lunch? Technically, Lent was over; he could have some cheese or a ham sandwich…No, he wasn’t that hungry. All he seemed to want these days were thin things, sharp things: black coffee, lime juice, Marmite, olives.
The Easter vigil was at eight o’clock. He ran through it in his mind. The high point of the year, the great celebratory Easter Eucharist, source and summit of life, validation of the cross and triumph over death, the victory of light. Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son. It was a complex service. The blessing of the fire, the service of light, the lighting of the paschal candle, the blessing of water, the renewal of baptismal promises, the Easter Proclamation, the nine Scripture readings, the Gloria, the bells. Christ the morning star, who came back from the dead. Genesis, Exodus, Isaiah, Ezekiel; the Creation, the parting of the sea, Abraham and Isaac.
A HAPPY EASTER TO ALL BLOG READERS
observations: The priest above is actually thinking these thoughts on Easter Saturday ie yesterday, before celebrating the Easter vigil in the evening, which will take his congregation into Easter Sunday and the resurrection.
Translation of the Bones is a very beautiful book describing life in an RC parish in London, and a possible miracle. It takes a serious look at everyday moral choices, and at faith and belief. But it is also entertaining, and funny, and compelling, and touching.
Previous Easter Sunday entries here and here and here.
The picture of the Resurrection is by the Italian artist Andrea di Bartolo, and comes courtesy of the Walters Art Museum in Baltimore.