There is little I could add to the view of a crucifix yesterday. I didn’t even try. Good Friday – which it is to us (or should be!) – is what it is – like Easter Sunday. So – we can rejoice. Go here and read.
On the morrow, I will complete my fourth move since I became a nomadic widower. I wouldn’t even be making this move, were it not that my baby brother asked me to come his way. He lost his bride barely 10 weeks ago. I was there not that long ago myself. I could not say “no” – and especially since I wear “the yoke.”
But I want to do so.
That does not make the last two days of packing and boxing all I am and have and putting it into my vehicle any less taxing. Sugar, shyte and shavings, I just hit # 65 this past Tuesday! Not complaining, mind you, but I so fully earned those 65 years my bones are weary. And Medicare dutifully extracted its blood money from my check, even though SS is “supposed” to be 30 days behind, and it should have come out of my check next month, not this one. Spilt milk I can’t recover anyway.
It seems fitting that, on this Easter weekend, that I can go and help my brother “rise” from the death of his bride. Don’t ask me to describe that kind of pain – I simply cannot. He helped me greatly after my dear Sweet Mama Lou literally died in my arms – can I do less for him? I think not.
There are those who are blessed in that they can live and even die in the same place. Since I put on my weird collar some 32 years ago, I knew I would never be one of those folk. This is a “pastoral” move – much like a “Call” – it demands my attention and I must answer. As I have to every Divine Call, so to this one. I said “Yes.” I had/have no other choice.
So I will leave my humble, comfortable little abode, and along with my faithful, if often obstinate Pug, move to my new adventure in the morning sunlight. I suppose it really is kind of fitting it happens on this weekend. It is said that timing is everything. I don’t know that for sure, but this time it just seems right. It is my Lenten offering and my thanksgiving for tomorrow (it is now Good Saturday) all wrapped up together. I pray my presence will be of help to him, and that I might have a word or two of wisdom to impart him in all of this.
Or maybe, just my “being there.” He was when I needed someone to be.
No “Easter Sermon” this year. Life is fulfilling that role. I am bidding adieu to some very good neighbors who adopted me and Da Pug as if we were their own. Melancholy, baby – yes. But on to a new vista. This life is not one-dimensional. It is a challenge, and an opportunity. Would that the youngsters currently grabbing the headlines were able to understand that fact.
I pray the joy of Easter upon all. Christ has died, Christ has risen, Christ WILL come again!