Following up on yesterday’s post, I did attend Good Friday services last night. It is so different coming back as an adult, both comforting and disconcerting, like having a pebble in your shoe. I had read up to refresh my memory of the reasons, the symbols, the Liturgy, etc., and yet…. the reality is the difference between a black and white photo and one of color. I wanted to take in and meditate on what was being said, the responses, the purpose of the night and would find myself scrambling for the right song in the right book, kneeling, standing, when to sit, when to form a processional. I was fortunate to have women on either side of me that clearly were comfortable in their practices and moved in their participation. I have no recollection of this night when I was a child and yet, I know very well I attended. It is a bit like being in a foreign country. How much of that is due to being gone for so long or the changes that have taken place since I have been gone… Tonight is the Vigil where we wait in “confusion” and anticipation of Christ’s Resurrection and this one is outside my experience. It begins outside in the darkness with a fire and a candle. One of the parishioners said it was the most joyous night of the year.