The wave
We woke up to snow again. I lifted the blinds and light streamed in, brilliant, cold and white. We put on our coats and went to church.
The past few weeks of churchgoing have been my favorite in years. We walk up to the building, dodging ice on the asphalt, puffing humid breaths into the spring cold air. Bells ring around us.
The choir sings through us. The Doxology moves me, like an otherwordly wave. It’s one of the first times I have felt what it may be like to be in the new Jerusalem, or in some kind of vision of Ezekiel.
Mary Magdalene: one who has been healed into overflowing love, is at all major events of Jesus’s life. She stays at the cross, defiant. First at the empty tomb, she tells the others. She is the apostle to the apostles.