Well, here I sit in my kitchen on Good Friday, the night that I was scheduled to serve at church as an acolyte, after a Holy Week when I was scheduled to serve at almost every service. Instead, tonight I tuned into the St. Thomas the Apostle Facebook page to watch a video of my rector delivering a Good Friday meditation at his home. Now I’m watching a video of last night’s Altar of Repose in Father Davies’ dining room accompanied by beautiful recorded chanting and the occasional slurping of Father’s very large dog Louie as he laps water out of his bowl in the kitchen. Last night I missed the Altar of Repose videocast because I was on two back-to-back Zoom calls, one celebrating my 13-year-old great niece’s birthday in Arizona and the second, a visit with family in Utah. These are strange times.
Rachael just walked into the kitchen and said “What are you doing, Mom?”
I tried to explain that I was sitting for a while at the altar of repose.
Her response, “Oh, you’re at church.”
“Yes,” I said, as I munched on a honey wheat pretzel and listened to the chanting.
This has been a quiet Good Friday. I worked with Ray on researching items to put on eBay, did my best to help test the new website for Story Circle Network (with little idea of what I was doing), did some work for the new Spring II term of Story Circle Network Online Classes, reheated leftovers for lunch and made myself several cups of hot tea. I had a phone conversation with a friend whom I haven’t talked to in months and we had a good catch up. We agreed to go on a masked, 6 foot apart walk next week, which will be the first time we will have seen each other in months. I talked to a student on the phone as well who needed advice on which law school to attend, the one that had given him money or the other that is slightly higher ranked. I am conferring with Liz and Ron for that answer. (Liz just wrote: go to the one with the money.) All in all, a decent Good Friday though I must admit the meditative aspect (and fasting) were a little on the lean side.
However, I will say that this opportunity to “shelter in place” has at its core its own meditative aspect. It feels as if there are more hours in the day to pause, breathe, send up prayers for family, friends, medical workers, government leaders and the sick and dying. There is also plenty of time while watching the news to feel grateful that my family, as of right now, is healthy. With several members in the healthcare profession and prone to exposure, I’ll be grateful for now.
Good Friday, the darkest day in the Christian faith, is a day fundamentally centered on hope. After all, without Good Friday, there can be no Easter.
I wish you all hope, good health and love. I’ll be checking back in tomorrow.