Christos anesti

The heady scent of lilies that greets you when you walk into the dark church…

Cold wind outside, and the crackling of a roaring fire, the prickle of goosebumps on your legs, the muted voice of the priest reading out words you can barely hear…

Hot wax dripping over your fingers from your tiny vigil candle and the  sweet smell of the burning wick…

The heady sound of bells and organ music and the slight pain behind your eyes as the lights come on and the priest intones the “Gloria”…

The delicate noise of water poured over foreheads and the muttered words, “I baptize thee…”

Cold drops of water falling on your head, your arm from the priest’s aspergillum…

The thick smell (almost a flavor) of incense as the altar is prepared…

The taste of Jesus hidden in bread, dissolving in a soft mound on the tongue…

And the triumphant sound of “Alleluia” shouted by the choir, by the people, pounded on the organ until the whole building shakes with it and you feel the vibrations of it reverberating in your own chest…

Easter crowds in on all the senses, so that even when understanding fails, you can’t miss it. This is human life, the life He took on and raised up: spiritual and bodily.  He is risen. Alleluia!

 

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