One day after managing to remain mostly dry-eyed while delivering Dad's eulogy at his memorial service, I was driving back home from central New York today, and finally listening to the podcast of the Easter service at my church, The Common Table. And as I drove and Tina slept, the tears flowed freely down my face - tears of joy at the breathtaking beauty of the liturgy, the prayers, the music (ah!), the sounds of dear friends gathered in worship and community, and the good news of resurrection and abundant life.
Thank you, CT family, and thank you, Amy and the other musical geniuses who were assembled on that day.
He is risen - he is risen indeed! Alleluia.
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