Tag: Easter

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It’s boring the hundredth time. We all know how the story ends — this ending that is so many endings. All leads to epic battle, the terrible confrontation, the heroic sacrifice… and the hero is gone. Support characters overlook the carnage in despair. We lost him.  Preview Open

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My husband and I had dog duty this weekend for a sweet couple that went out of town for an event. My husband designed the landscape at their beach home and I, for awhile, checked on their property on a regular basis. After the alarm went off when they failed to give me the constantly changing security […]

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Advent Gratitude: The Liturgical Year Begins as Darkness Grows

 

shutterstock_251257738“the glory is fallen out of / the sky the last immortal / leaf / is // dead and the gold / year / a formal spasm / in the // dust / this is the passing of all shining things” … into the night so dark no night could be darker than, the cold so cold, no cold could be colder than; the journey through “The mile still left when all have reached / Their tether’s end: that mile / Where the Child lies hid.”

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness does not overmaster it. But neither has light overmastered the darkness: lights do not shine in darkness unless darkness predominates; when there’s mostly light, we see the darkness as residual shadows, not as the ambient state.

Darkness is in one sense the enemy of God, of Christ who is Light, whose dawn at Easter irreparably shatters the dark of death and hell, the light of the eighth, eternal day, shining for all days before and after:

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Happy Easter, everyone! Thomas Tallis was probably inspired to write his Spem in alium after hearing Alessandro Striggio’s Missa sopra “Ecco sì beato giorno” – the mass on “Yes, the Blessed Day is Here”. It is a polychoral setting of the ordinary parts of the mass, employing 40 different voice parts in the Gloria and […]

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“Popular Glasgow shopkeeper stabbed to death” reads the headline. Further investigation reveals that 40 year old Asad Shah was also stomped on the head and beaten after posting “Good Friday and a very happy Easter, especially to my beloved Christian nation X. ! Bismillah……, Let’s follow the footsteps of beloved holy Jesus Christ (PBUH [peace be […]

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Deadfall Sharp breeze from the east today more sticks to haul away the winds of winter left their mark twigs, sticks, branches on the yard a limb down in the grove every year the winds of winter break off the deadwood every spring I haul it away   Every tree feels the rush until one […]

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There is much within Christianity to make a person feel humble, and to strive to be so. On Palm Sunday, one might incorporate the virtue into our celebration. What must those ancient Jews have thought of their Messiah returning from the east gate?  Here comes our King and Savior, our God and Creator… riding on […]

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Happy Jewish Easter, Ricochet!

 

chineseAs you know, it is our new annual custom on Ricochet to celebrate a traditional Jewish Easter. Why a traditional Jewish Easter? For the same reason that—God forbid–should you need to go to the emergency room today, the odds are high that you will be treated by a nice, sober Jewish doctor. (So be sure to wear your best undies, ladies, just in case!)

Of course, on Ricochet we welcome everyone of any faith, creed or color, so long as she’s on the center-right side of the political spectrum and obedient to our sacred Code of Conduct.

So today we’ll also be celebrating Druze, Rastafarian, Hindu, Jain, Buddhist, Sikh, Bahá’í, Shinto, Zoroastrian, Manichaeian, Bábist, Confucian, Muslim, Taoist, Wicca, Druid, Santeria, Falun Gong, and plain old Godless Easter, as well as lonely Christians without anywhere to go on Easter Easter, Christians who just have to get away from their in-laws for a few minutes or they’re going to lose it Easter, and Easter for Jews who like bunnies, chocolate, church bells, and springtime.

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Screen Shot 2015-04-03 at 11.38.12 AMNight had smothered the city, and the city gave up its protest in uncountable millions of bubbles and gasps of light. Below was glittering Manhattan. The east was black. The opaque hilly horizon of the west was razor-edged against a last gleam of cold white light. Destroyers rode the unbridged Hudson; ferries and small craft flecked her with light. The East River lay her dark secretive self…a cool, lamp-spotted, many-bridged stream between the sprawling white conflagrations of Brooklyn and Manhattan. It was terrifyingly beautiful up on the roof, four hundred feet above the gaudy streets, four hundred feet up in the cool dark silences, four hundred feet up nearer the stars….

Mr. Blue put his hands into his trouser pockets and leaned backward, his face toward the heavens, now filling with stars.

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Holy Saturday is the day after we killed our loving Savior. It’s tempting for a Christian to imagine His disciples standing alone in shocked silence — as if the world stopped moving; as if Jesus was resting peacefully in His tomb; as if all the hatred and envy that doomed Him to execution had dissipated […]

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Weekend Contest: The Greatest Easter Art and Literature

 

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Ricochet, you’ve very narrowly been spared. Our discussion of the framework nuclear deal with Iran led to a suggestion by our resident curmudgeon Ball Diamond Ball that I carefully re-consider the work of Saul Alinsky for insight. I was game, and I was even on the verge of opening our weekend literature contest to those who wished to spend it reading Alinsky and tracing his influence on the Obama Administration.

Then it occurred to me that this could not possibly be how anyone on Ricochet would wish to spend this weekend. (I know for sure I don’t.) Please correct me if I’m mistaken, but I suspect we would all prefer to spend it with a great work of art or literature more suitable to the Easter holiday.

So our weekend contest is now open. In fact, this weekend, we will hold two contests simultaneously.

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A quick thought as we say good night to Good Friday:  So Pilate said to him, “Then you are a king?” Jesus answered, “You say I am a king. For this I was born and for this I came into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone who belongs to the truth listens to my voice.”  […]

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Christmas and Easter are bookends of God’s covenant fulfilled. By the first, He shocked and transformed us by becoming Man. The Messiah came not as a powerful king in glory but as a defenseless babe in poverty. We expected to be humbled, but instead God humbled Himself so that we may know Him and love […]

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For Easter: St. Helena, the True Cross, and Our Crosses

 

6352798069_5fffe43b87_zThe mother of Constantine the Great, St. Helena Empress lived from the middle of the third century to the beginning of the fourth. She became the wife or concubine (the records are unclear) of Constantius, Constantine’s father, while he was still a soldier; when Constantius became emperor, he divorced her in favor of a new bride of higher social station. But then, when Constantine succeeded Constantius, Constantine, who was always close to her, gave his mother the status of empress, bringing her back to the imperial court. 

Around A.D. 320, Helena–how this idea came to her remains unclear– went on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem to find the True Cross, the cross on which Christ was crucified. In Jerusalem she built two new churches, the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem and a church on the Mount of Olives. And she returned to Europe with relics that included what she believed to be thorns from Christ’s crown of thorns, nails from the cross, and fragments of the True Cross itself.

From Evelyn Waugh’s article about her:

A Time of Renewal

 

It’s tempting enough, having spent over a decade on the road, to turn a more jaundiced eye to the pleasures that once captivated the imagination. The resplendent majesty of a sunrise, for example, when it seems The Almighty Himself takes brush and palette in hand, turning the sky into His personal canvass, with the very air awash in royal purple while lower, the horizon takes on the vibrant red of rose petals. A soft stroke from the Master’s brush here, a gentle caress of pink over there, and soon the dark clouds blush, revealing their most intricate secrets in feathery wisps, glowing softly in the morning light. Next, a fiery sun peeks over the… “Bah,” says the cynic, “tell it to Marines.”