Writer's Block: Lights Out
5 years ago, I went to New Orleans to celebrate Holy Week & Easter with my grandparents.It was April, so the heat wasn't really that bad (It prob. felt that way to my 7th-grader self, though). However, on Saturday night before Easter, there was a huge thunderstorm that caused a power outage. We all had to get dressed for church on Sunday by candlelight and I ended up getting some candlewax on my hands.
However, in those moments we were getting ready to go to church, it felt like a true Easter Vigil. It was pitch black except for the dim light from the candles and there was a sense of urgency, of expectation. In the five years since that Easter, I've been part of a lot of moving Easter Vigil services. Yet, none could compare to those hours in the early morning by candlelight when we were all hurriedly dressing.
However, in those moments we were getting ready to go to church, it felt like a true Easter Vigil. It was pitch black except for the dim light from the candles and there was a sense of urgency, of expectation. In the five years since that Easter, I've been part of a lot of moving Easter Vigil services. Yet, none could compare to those hours in the early morning by candlelight when we were all hurriedly dressing.