|Praying with my feet - mostly in the hall, but a little in the narthex :)|
It is when I am concerned about the impingement of others or of circumstances upon my space, upon my desires, upon my preferences, that the fear of death overtakes me, and I am in bondage to my own desires. Ironic, isn’t it? We think that it’s freedom to be utterly unrestrained to pursue our desires, but we are actually enslaved to them, enslaved to every impingement. Every little impingement is a little death, a threat to my identity, a threat to the simulacrum I have incubated and grown in the vat of my expectations, that false self that I mistake for my actual self.
And so I lash out. Because this is not what I want. Because this is the death of that false self I hold so dear.
But resurrection changes everything. My false self can die a thousand deaths at the hands of time, circumstance, competition, and even outright enemies, but I will be raised. Read the rest from Fr. Stephen Damick
|Christ is risen! Our basket is on the bottom right of the photo.|
|Our breakfast table|
|sweet sleeper and a little doll|
And this video is the end of the procession. That's me sniffling at the end. :)