Good Friday is over. Christ is dead and buried. And today we are caught in the day of sorrow, the hope of the resurrection not yet realized.
Perhaps it is just the letdown after all of the effort & time put into the past week, but I am profoundly sad today.
After the service last night, I went with to Bryant-Lake Bowl with a group of people. Not much of one for bars, I went simply because I couldn't bear to come home to silence. But I would have much preferred to sit in a quiet room with one or two people, to talk quietly about something that actually matters, rather than shouting to be heard over the bar noise.
Last night & this morning I read Eli by Bill Myers. This story of a parallel universe in which the Messiah is born in Santa Monica in 1970 brought me to tears and made me long for the closeness with God which I used to feel. There's something powerful about reading a familiar story with just enough changed that it isn't familiar any more.
Posted by rachel at April 19, 2003 03:07 PM