I swore at the alarm clock when it had the cheek to go off at half past seven this morning.
After the agony and ecstasy of Holy Week and Easter, and the wonderfully decadent sleep of Easter Monday, things are going back to normal. But before we put it all away for another year, Kelvin has asked for our best bits, and, as a sort of rounding up of everything that I was talking about last week, here are mine once again:
1. The sound of the congregation on, “Let everything that has breath, praise the Lord.”
2. The consternation of the choir when I had a hysterical giggling fit, for very particular reasons, at the sermon. On a related note, finally getting the thurible going at the Vigil.
3. Being greeted with a Holy Water Basin held aloft and an exclamation of, “Isn’t it lovely? They were three for two!”
4. Akma singing the Exsultet.
5. The popping of the sacristy champagne cork on Easter Day.
6. Blowing out that last candle at the Stations of the Cross.
7. The very very first, “He is risen indeed. Alleluia!”. That made me cry.
8. Being able to participate in the Tantum Ergo in the Good Friday evening service and feeling that in amongst all the grief we had done right by Him.
9. A text message in the very (very) early hours of Easter Day morning when an overexcited Deacon simply couldn’t wait the four hours to tell me that He was risen.
10. Realising that there were so many people at the Vigil that we had run out of service sheets.
In the interests of full disclosure, I will admit that all ten of them were almost beaten by the sheer pleasure of at last toppling into bed on Sunday night. Yet, I wouldn’t have swapped what I spent last week doing for anything.
I hope you all had a very happy Easter, wherever you were and whatever you may have done. We must have another one next year.