Quiet spires just after dawn this Easter Sunday. It wasn’t until we tuned in to watch Easter mass on the computer – instead of watching from the choir loft – that the quiet finally sank into my soul.
I read a great comparison of this Easter to that first Easter: the disquiet, the uncertainty, the fear. We are encouraged to look to the empty tomb and fill our heart with the power of the day.
Faith. I think I look for it in every early morning walk. To fill the soul and bask in the light.