First of all, just to make one thing clear: I don’t go to church, and I simply can’t believe that Christ died for me and then came back from the dead and took the invisible elevator to a place called heaven. That said, I love my Christian heritage, I love the words of the bible and I’m a relatively spiritual person. I see lots of similarities between the religions, especially between Christianity, Islam and Buddhism, all of which interest me, and I can accept without blinking when my yoga teacher describes breath as God. Sure. Makes perfect sense to me.
Bach is on, the masses and the chorals, and if choir practice weren’t on Sunday morning (!) I’d probably still be in the Anglican/Presbyterian expat choir here in Munich and would be singing halleluja this morning. As it is, I’m enjoying a quiet day with Helmut and Philippe Herreweghe.
We might have gone on a pilgrimage to a beautiful monastery, Andechs, if I hadn’t had to work on Good Friday. Oh, man, I’ve been working my buns off. But this project is done – halleluja! – and the LMU now has an online selfstudy grammar course for its first/second year students of English, all moodled and done and ready for review by the excellent student who gave me the most constructive feedback you could ever wish for in response to the first installment. So when her feedback trundles in and I fix whatever needs fixing, it’ll be ready to roll. I learned soooo much about writing interactive questions. I think I could write a book about it now.
Anyway, I needed all of Saturday to get my mojo back. Took off on my bike upstream to watch the river flow and sit in the sun and ponder life.
As they say, “nach dem Spiel ist vor dem Spiel” (after the game is before the – next – game), but I’m enjoying the interlude. Homo ludens, that’s me. Life is a series of games. Anyway, here I am, happy, singing halleluja and sometimes it’s “Komm süßes Kreuz” or “Mache Dich meine Herze rein” or any of that good, good stuff. And yes, there’s even a bit of chocolate and coffee.
Happy. Easter. Everybody.
I’m pretty impressed that you can DO yoga without blinking.
It makes my eyes stream!
Missed you yesterday, Anne – was it my computer? dunno.
Nice descriptions there – in contrast to you, I like to go to church.
but now our Irish priest has retired and we have an Indian priest. He’s nice but focusses on the theology too much in his much too long sermons. Fr. Bill told us personal anecdotes which made us feel happy and good.
On Saturday night we were there for two and a half hours. We lit the Easter fire outside and all participated in the readings from the old Testament but – brrrr was it cold. That all said, I love Easter – Spring trying to push it’s head through and that feeling of new life. The bit about Christ – who knows – I’m still waiting to experience some miracles, waiting and hope keep us going so —– enjoy the Easter season.
Happy Easter, Chris and Joan 🙂
Not sure whether yoga is always the right thing, then, Chris. You’re right, Joan, I love the Easter fire, too. Used to go to a Benedictine monastery when I still lived in D.C. Helmut doesn’t do church at all, grew up the son of a lutheran deacon and, I think, overdosed for life. So when I was going over to Church of the Ascension I had to go alone. If we had children it might be different, but my life is really incredibly secular.
There’s definitely something to be said for religious holidays, but the next deadlines are tomorrow. And bronchitis: we’re both coughing something awful. Come on, spring, push a little harder!