It is fair to say that Easter is my favorite. It’s my favorite holiday, it’s my favorite teaching, it’s my favorite story.
I think I’m going to explode from excitement. 🙂
Holy Week is an immersion into the full human experience on the deepest levels: betrayal, sorrow, suffering…but then inexpressible hope and joy.
Oh, and the Son of God redeems humanity. You know, we can now enter HEAVEN. This is the big time.
Now, like good Catholics, if we come to party we come to party. We will not half-a$$ Easter. No. And where’s the best place to party at the Saturday Easter Vigil? A church called Christ the King…an hour from our house. BUT IT’S EASTER. So we party.
First, the pre-game. Tradition states that this be done at a local eatery. So, we meet with our friends, dressed in our Easter finest, gather, eat, share, and prepare.
Also, we get pumped, for it is Easter and we are about to go to the Vigil mass.
The Vigil mass is one of those things you should attend at least once in your life–Catholic or not. If you’re Catholic, COME ON BRO, IT HAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PRAYERS. If you’re not Catholic, it’s definitely a cultural experience.
But take a nap beforehand and eat dinner. You’re in for a good two hours at most parishes. At Christ the King the Vigil lasts four hours because they don’t skip any readings. IT’S EASTER. We can read all the readings.
Julia and I had our pre-game pep talk and it went something like this:
“I’m most looking forward to the readings.”
“I’m most looking forward to the Psalms…and the Litany of the Saints.”
“Oh! Me too! And the people receiving their sacraments!”
“Real talk. And the Exsultet. ‘Oh happy fault, O necessary sin of Adam, that won for us so great a Redeemer’!”
And on from there.
Eventually the doors open and there is a MAD rush to find seats. But, wouldn’t you know it, with all those being baptized and joining the church, there are pieces of paper saying “seats reserved” everywhere.
But, we too have mad connections in the form of a priest so we scoot into a pew that is reserved for way less than we actually have. But, it’s cool. We’re all friends and it’s Easter.
Now, there is still an hour before the service begins at this moment. And the adrenaline has skyrocketed due to the mad rush for seats.
So, we sit and quiet down. Everyone chats quietly and eventually begin to pray to themselves. Silent your hearts, Oh people of God.
We drive home. It’s Easter morning, and we’re tired…but I’m too tired to go to bed so Julia and I eat gluten-free snacks and talk about stuff until we can convince ourselves to get to bed.
On Easter Sunday we are going to go to my aunt’s house. Like the good Polish girl I am, I carried on the tradition of making butter lambs. Our neighbors receive some, but the special one from the NEW mold is coming with us.
And that, my friends, is what went down.
Christ is risen from the dead! Oh, death, where is your sting? Oh, hell, where is your victory?
We mourn the fact that the world is is darkness…but we have more light than we know what to do with. ~From the Vigil’s homily.~