What a blessed Easter. Wonderful new music included the a capella spiritual On That Great, Great Morning and an incredibly moving arrangement by Mary McDonald - accompanied by piano, violin, and double bass - of The Holy Heart. Our regular violinist had to be overseas on a business trip, so our director got word from somewhere of very talented 10th grader who did a fine job of subbing in for him. Vigil was long (3:10) but wonderful, with 9 baptisms and additional 5 people confirmed. I didn't screw up too badly on the hand bell pieces I rang on. And we had a fine percussionist with us on Saturday night, too, on timpani. etc. (though I wish he could have joined us Sunday, too).
Mrs. tg's cousin and his wife drove almost 3 hours to be with us yesterday, and we got to hang out with the gentleman our daughter has been seeing, as well. Dinner turned out fine - love that Santa Maria tri tip! - and it was nice to break my fasts from sweets and alcohol, in moderation.
As wonderful as all that is: my Lord is risen! This is of course the very definition of Easter, and the rest is participation in and celebration of that great truth.
(And must not dwell on the disappointment of the family that wasn't with us, especially the part that could have been fairly easily.)
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