tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10421129.post114513439954818323..comments2023-09-10T18:11:42.340-05:00Comments on The Moving Finger Writes: My Sunday Feeling: The Easter Sectiontmfwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10964675546572106758noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10421129.post-1145311527136667742006-04-17T17:05:00.000-05:002006-04-17T17:05:00.000-05:00You're right about Christmas, although I love it f...You're right about Christmas, although I love it for its sentimentality as much as for the smell of Christmas trees, and the whole gift-giving thing can be a lot of fun if you rule out actually spending much money.<BR/><BR/>Easter's been a harder one for me, for the very reason that unless you've got young kids in your life, there's nothing to do other than contemplate the deeper meaning of the day. That's, well, uncomfortable for me most years. I don't care so much for the pageantry of the regular Easter church services -- especially since I can't sing "Up from the grave he arose" without finishing, at least in my head, with "With a bunch of stuff between his toes," and no one thinks a grown woman snorfling in church is cute -- but I've always loved the sunrise service. (The simple old-school ones, not the extravaganza on the river, sponsored by my church and yours -- it's cool having black and white and brown all collected in the same place, but it's still a pageant.) <BR/><BR/>A couple of years ago I went to a Maundy Thursday service for the first time. I'd somehow never come across the Psalm they read, 22 -- the one that starts, "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" As they read it they stripped the altar of all decoration, and the feeling of despair and desolation was just overwhelming. It sounds morbid, but it was also one of the most beautiful services I've ever sat through.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com