I woke up several times during the night last night. Normally, that’s wouldn’t be much to write about. But I woke up because I was excited. For dawn, and the celebration of an empty tomb.
A few years ago, I began practicing the observance of Ash Wednesday, a lenten discipline, the Last Supper on Maundy Thursday and the Stations of the Cross or the Last Hours of Jesus on Good Friday. Some of my friends’ have tried to cheer me in the somber times, especially on Good Friday. “Sunday’s Coming” or other such comments weave their way towards me. Yes, I know how the story ends.
Yet last night at sundown, with the celebration of the Great Easter Vigil, I have never felt such joy. So much, I couldn’t sleep well. And today my stereo is blaring hymns of praise. I needed to live the story.