By Renaissance Girl
It’s hard to believe Easter was only a week ago. The church is still decorated with flowers and white fabric and candles around the altar for the Easter season, but this Sunday I had the slightly sleepy feeling of easing back into “ordinary” time. I slipped into church after greeting guests and sat in the side aisle, wondering where that sense of Easter joy had gone.
Nearby was my niece, 20 months-old, squirming and antsy. There is so much to see in the church, that sometimes you just have to point kids in the right direction and they engage and forget themselves. I beckoned to her and led her quietly to the center aisle….and found it…the swirl of incense danced over the altar and through the fabric on the ceiling, the candles cast a glow on the elements on the altar surrounded by white-robed clergy and congregation, the lilies reached their faces out towards the light and their scent carried down the aisle. The Resurrection was right here, I just had to step into the middle of it and not try to skirt safely around the edge.