Today, I felt the joy of the second Sunday of the Easter season. It felt alive. I felt alive. Everything about Sunday's service felt celebratory. The sanctuary, the white and gold fabrics, the candles--all were dancing and rejoicing. It was as though fresh air, a fresh breath had blown in and replaced the dark heaviness of the Lenten season. The transformative joy of Easter Sunday has sprung to life and lingers over all the world.
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