The alarm buzzed. The sky was bright. I went back to sleep, and next thing I knew I had only about a half hour until the next Mass at St. Matthew’s. I threw on my Sunday best, and ran out the door. The Cathedral is only a few blocks away, so it turns out I had plenty of time.
It’s been a while since I’ve gone to Church—I’m often lacking in religious motivation when on my own—so it was good to get sort of spiritually recharged and reattuned to the true spirit of Easter. In his homily, our celebrant noted that this season of resurrection and renewal calls us to love others to life, to raise them from the little deaths of life: setbacks, disappointments, and so forth.
At Communion, the choir sang one of my favorite pieces of modern “classical” sacred music, Randall Thompson’s “Alleluia” (second only to “Ave Maria,” by Franz Biebl).
Happy Easter, kids. Peace.