Friday, April 06, 2012
When I worked as a church janitor I loved easter - we had the silent week and the day before Good friday we had an evening sermon were only a saxofon played very melancholic while the altar was being stirpped of all decoration and only a crown of thorne was left on it - while this was happening I (as the janitor) was tuning down all ligts, when it was finished the congregation left the church in silence.
On Good friday I sang with the choir, we were all dressed in black and all songs a capella except for a lonely drum with a dort of muffled sound... all very sad and I had the urge to throw yself to the ground,tear my hear and cry "mea culpa, mea culpa"...
and then on easter day - an explosion of joy and rejoice! All ecstatic happiness!
I really loved that total chang from deepest despair to extatic joy - and I think it was wonderful to be a congregation and share those emotions.
Where I live now they don´t do this, I have not even gone to church today, but I have contemplated how great life is with this possibility to share and feel...