Episcopal friends, how do y’all sing the Gloria in excelsis deo?
We didn’t sing it at all during Lent. Usually, my church rotates through a number of arrangements from the 1982 Hymnal. My favorite is S-236, which is technically a canticle, but we use it in place of the Gloria at times.
Seeing altarandhour's posts about the MBTI, I decided to test myself again. During Orientation week for this year in the ESC, we all took the test, and my score was largely unchanged from high school: ENFJ, possibly INFJ. Tonight, my score had changed by two letters, and according to one site, I am an ESFP. I don't quite know what to make of such a drastic change. The site I used only had 48 questions, so perhaps I'll use a more comprehensive test before I draw any definitive conclusions about myself…
On an entirely unrelated note, I attended my first Easter Vigil tonight, and it was beautiful! I really enjoyed my first exposure to the Paschal sermon of St. John Chrysostom, and while I don’t understand the theological basis for having incense, I certainly like it!
Tomorrow morning, I’ll help lead an ecumenical service at the local cemetery, in their columbarium and chapel, which overlooks the river. I’m very excited about the symbolism of proclaiming the risen Christ in the presence of so many dry bones.
Alleluia, and good night!
Tonight, following the foot washing and communion, the entire congregation processed out of the church and into the adjoining chapel, which was light by three candles, where we placed the reserved sacrament to be used tomorrow evening. We chanted “Stay with me, remain here with me, watch and pray, watch and pray” until the chapel was filled with the voices of the congregation, and my priest drew aside a veil in the “garden of repose” around the altar, placed the reserved sacrament inside, and blew out all but one candle.
I watched as she drew aside the veil, placing the torn body of Christ inside the niche. It was the same bread I had just eaten, the same wine we had just shared, and yet, the imagery was totally different for me. Here, amid the lilies and scattered with flickering candle light lay my Lord, Jesus Christ, who died at the hands of those who hated him.
Tonight, I wept to see my Lord laid low. And for the first time, the tears were not tinged with guilt, were not a sign to me of my own weakness. Tonight, my tears were sorrowful, but not weak. “Tears pave the pathway to God,” my spiritual director says. And tonight, I saw God through my tears.
Damn, is it Maundy Thursday already?
I really need to get a pedicure before this evening.
Should probably shave my legs too.
Thank you!! I had been angst about my feet, but I had totally forgotten that a pedi is something people do…
Currently feeling MUCH less angsty as my feet soak during my lunch break…