easles, mandolins, and palm fronds

So, when I got back to my office, there remained the remnants of planning, the left-over articles of liturgies, and even an easel we used to coordinate the parish work day (Holy Saturday.) As I sorted through and started to put things back in their places, I began to wonder what my own soul looked like after such a week.

I believe that as Christians, we have been baptized into Christ's death and

As a Church, as a Body, we have made the journey together, from palm waving to the meal; we journeyed from the betrayal and trial to the crucifixion. And then (with a bluegrass sound-track if you were in Port A) Jesus rose from the grave, trampling down death by death. And now we are called to live Resurrected Lives; we continue on our journey of discovering the transformed people God created us to become.
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