In the morning, it was church. Lots of church. There was choir practice, praise band practice, morning worship. My son had practice for a living Way of the Cross that he's got a part in tonight. As I said, lots of church. And it ain't over yet: in a few minutes we will be leaving for the Way of the Cross program.
It's the end of the weekend. Holy Week has started. The holiest week of the church year. Maunday Thursday. Good Friday. Holy Saturday. Easter Sunday. Church, church, and more church. I have been a liturgical musician for over 30 years. This time always leaves me a little exhausted.
It's more than all the church services. It's the whole playing out of Christ's Passion. It drains me emotionally.
Today's Classic Saint Marty first aired four years ago. We were in the middle of a heat wave.
March 20, 2012: Fairy Tales and Elementary School Concerts
Spent most of the day correcting mythology midterms and reading Grimm fairy tales. Lots of lovers turning into snakes and evil sorcerers chopping up young virgins. You know, children's stories. When I went to teach, it was almost 80 degrees outside. Sunny with a beautiful warm wind. I couldn't stay inside. It was a perfect day to sit on the grass and talk about wicked stepmothers.
|Mirror, mirror on the wall,|
who's the most bitter one of all?
Perhaps there's a lesson to learn in there somewhere. Something about being satisfied with the simple things in life, not wanting more than you need, accepting with grace the things God gives you...
Naaahh, I don't think so.
Saint Marty has to go to his daughter's chorus concert tonight. Did he mention it's 80 degrees outside?