Three down - One to go

This evening was the third of our Easter services.

A huge contrast to the heart-wrenching Maundy Thursday and sombre Solemn Liturgy of Good Friday, this evening we had the lovely return to light, Holy Baptism and Confirmation and flowers everywhere.

All three services were led by our excellent Bishop Alan who also sang the Exculat
can't spell it, extremely well.

It has been a very emotional three days.  Extremely exhausting, vocally a bit of a marathon, but truly rewarding and worth all the hard work.

Somehow tomorrow's Easter Day service seems like a bit of an anti-climax since all the most interesting music has been sung, sermons preached and symbolic ritual performed.

It is two years since I was baptised and confirmed.  It seems far longer than that and the thought of an 'ordinary' secular Easter now seems unthinkable to me.

Travelling back and forth seemingly every few hours to St. Mary's by taxi, passing people enjoying their way of celebrating their bank-holiday seems like looking at the world through the wrong end of a telescope.  I can no longer see Easter in that light.

As I scurried down the little narrow cobbled street from the Church in the dark this evening toward the well-lit square, with its taxi-ranks awaiting their alcohol-fuelled passengers fresh from an evening's revelry it suddenly felt as though I was an inhabitant of another planet.

Odd.  Interesting.  Better than i would ever have thought.