So, this is what transpired this morning …Posted: April 9, 2012
On the way to church today, I was happy for the beautiful sunshine but I was on the wistful side, thinking of my children being so far away and not home for Easter. Parents are supposed to give their children both roots and wings (I think Gibran said that), and my kids got wings, for sure. Roots, well they have love even if their last childhood home is not ours anymore and even if they had to move around a lot. Remember when so many of us had extended families living right around us when we were growing up? I wish my kids had that. So anyway, I was breathing in the fresh spring air, admiring the bright emerging greens and basically trying to “smell the flowers” while being… wistful.
God–I’ll just call Him that, and refer to Him as male just because I’m used to doing so, though I mean Supreme Being, and of any religion or philosophy. It seems to me that if we are made in “(God’s) image and likeness” then God somehow must encompass all of us. I won’t get into my agnostic waverings or discuss religion as the way to make sense of our world, only to say that for me, I have to believe and I have to reach out. To Someone.
Anyway, before I got on That tangent, I was going to say that God has ways of responding to me. Alright, I may be weird and I’m sure it is high time to embrace this weirdness, but here I was missing my kids, sitting in a church with beautiful morning light through its romanesque windows, trying to pray while noticing all of the families walking in, each person dressed up for Easter in dresses and suits, when a family sat right in front of me.
There was the most adorable baby, just a few months old, who smiled at me throughout the service. There may be nothing more revitalizing than being around happy children. Not only that (and here is where the weirdness comes in), the toy that the baby was holding, chewing, and hugging throughout this Easter service was one that my kids had also had. It was a special toy, for us, because my eldest had saved up for it and gave it to baby sibling as a gift, the first gift ever amongst them. Oddly, I haven’t seen this toy around since then, almost twenty years ago. Maybe it is a nostalgic reissue, who knows.
So of course I’m sitting there thinking, “Hmm, this reminds me of My baby, My kids, and this makes me smile to think of that gift and those happy childhood times.” Even though my children weren’t there with me, joyful thoughts of them were. And that made their mom very happy.
Then, it was time to sing and I opened the songbook. Bits of paper fluttered all over me, like confetti. What was this? God is celebrating because I am here singing? It was odd, you have to admit. The miniscule pieces of paper were indeed the size of confetti, uneven white confetti with scattered type, as if from the pages of a book. My best guess was that a bored child made this would-be confetti during a service, and then hid it in the pages amongst the hymns. Surprise!
The Easter service itself was much as I had remembered, and I did feel sorry for all of the little children, primped and dressed in pastel Easter finery, who had to sit there for such a long time. However, the sermon was wonderful, maybe even for children, because the pastor talked of Love. He spoke of going out into the world and, basically, spreading love and living in a loving way. He said that this was what Jesus did, and imagine how much better the world would be if we all concentrated on being loving people. I can’t argue with that.
There was even a parting gift, or for me maybe a “welcome gift”– a little book of meditations. God knows I can use that.
Probably the creme-de-la-church-visit today was that a young woman asked me afterwards if I happen to go to that particular church often, because she was (as I have done periodically) “shopping” for a new church to become involved with and to be comfortable in. Turns out, she lives two houses away from me! So, we may go to the services together. In the course of conversation (though short), I learned that she attended the same university as one of my siblings, and that her sister and I have the same name. Coincidences, ah of course, but happy coincidences add to the joy of life, as we know!
Happy Easter or Happy Passover to all who are celebrating, and Happiness to all!
I listened to the sermon; I send you Love!