Back
from the North, I had come back to work with a couple students, but I mainly
returned to celebrate Easter in my church-Notre Dame Cathedral.
Arriving
at my usual time, my normal seat was occupied.
As I looked around, I saw that each and every spot was filled. I circled
around and sat in the front near a few French couples. While I could not see
much, it was a better seat for me because I was closer to the priests and I
love to feel their presence next to mine.
It
was clearly a special day, beautiful flower arrangements were set up in the
front and most people were dressed very nice for the occasion. Africans were
wearing their traditional outfits and headpieces, which consisted of bright
colors and different kinds of patterns. The French were dressed conservatively
and two older French women wore matching beige dresses-cute. The nuns were
wearing their normal attire and they looked lovely as always. The priests were
wearing beige robes with Jesus and Mary on the back. I wore a light pink cardigan and a purple top,
but I felt underdressed. Easter is a big
day for me and one of my favorite days of the year. If this was the US, I would have bought a new
dress-most likely beige, light pink, or poca dots which I feel suit Easter the
best.
My
church does a wonderful job on special occasions and Easter was no exception. The choire sang, “Allejuiah” and everyone
waived their arms back and forth. We held each others hands and sang together
in French. Having a different angle on the church, I sat and watched the faces
of everyone so captivated and so present with the words of the priest. The
priest came around and made sure to shake everyone’s hand-as they usually
do. The choire was singing wonderfully
as usual and they were so happy and alive.
A couple of my favorite boys in the chorie were doing their usual
African dancing. The choire make it a special service and so do the
priests. They always add a bit of light
humor in the service, which I enjoy. While
I understand the common prayers by now in French, I cannot fully understand the
priest’s words, but it did not matter.
It was Easter Sunday-a day for my lord and
Savior Jesus Christ. As I sat and stared at the cross, I was happy and I was
100 percent spiritually present feeling the spirit of my higher power inside
me. It was a beautiful moment feeling our deep connection.
Easter
is celebrated all over the world from Iraq to Germany to Mexico to USA to
Morocco. This articles is amazing as it captures photos of ceremonies from
AMEN TO THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY OF THE YEAR
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