Friday Service at IC. Both were food for my hungry soul – both raised up powerful dimensions
of Holy Week, and both immersed me in wonderful prayer communities with people I love.
worried that I would not be up to all the events planned for the Easter weekend. But – oh my
gosh –was I wrong about that!
a family centered Easter weekend. They arrived at 4:00, just when I was at the bottom of “sick
and tired.” About 10 minutes after they arrived, however, we had our first (of many) big laughs. And I started to perk up. Within an hour I was high as a kite, full of energy and laughter. My non-
existent appetite woke; I craved junk food and pizza and anything that they put in front of me. I
even drank half a beer!
Family was better than any medicine I’d received. One of the many highlights was a long slide show of old photos, recalling so many of the family stories, the crazy antics and happy trips and special memories. I was, and still am, overflowing with gratitude. It all culminated in a quiet little Easter Sunday Mass, just our family and our beautiful God who gave us to each other and who connects us with all who have gone before us. The stuff that happy tears are made of!
have the opportunity to preside at it one more time in my life. I had been fearful that my
fragility would prevent me from doing it. Oh my, were my fears misplaced!
Confirmation and Eucharist, to be received into the Church she had come to love. I wish you
could have seen her eyes as she experienced it all.
that I love and was able to absorb the delight of being with them – with you.
immersed in the great waters and realizing that all of us are so saturated with the grace of
God’s love, and then realizing that this is most likely my last Easter. Oh my! Christ into the dark
tomb and then out of it, free and fully alive! And Christ fully alive in me as you will be putting
my into my dark grave and then with Christ out I will come from that grave to glorious eternity. Oh
Both the fear and the hope are so real. But once you put me into that grave, the fear will be all
gone. Fascinated love will endure.
past weekend is enough for one entry. I want to tell you about beautiful Jeannie and her
cancer journey side-by-side with me. I want to tell you about a couple wonderful reunions that
have happened these past couple weeks – relationships continue to be the focus of this chapter
of my life. I’d like to talk about a book I read: it has the most in-your-face title of any book I
know, namely Advice for Future Corpses: practical advice about death and dying, written by a
hospice nurse who understands, a very helpful book. I want to warn you that my hair is finally
falling out, so I’ll probably look a lot sexier the next time you see me,. But all these stories can wait for another time. One thing at a time…
you. Maybe I will see some of you at the Healing Service at St. Helen on Tuesday at 6:30. I hope