This is a reprint of my column from the April 2020 Carillon Notes. Read the whole newsletter here.
I had plans.
I’m writing this on March 25th. You’re probably reading it right as Holy Week is beginning. I was looking forward to Holy Week: the shouted ‘Hosannas’ of Palm Sunday, the extra layer of meaning to communion on Maundy Thursday, the solemnity of a Tenebrae services on Good Friday, the cries of, “He is risen! He is risen, indeed!” on Easter Sunday. We were even going to sing the Hallelujah Chorus on Easter!
And then I was going to go on vacation. Mariah and I were going to celebrate our anniversary, and then I was going to go the 40th Annual Rootabaga Jazz Festival at Knox.
Now, Palm Sunday, Maundy Thursday, and Good Friday are scheduled to be held online; and Rootabaga is cancelled. And while there’s still a little part of me that hopes that we’ll meet in our physical sanctuary again on Easter… most of me is pretty sure that we’ll still be online.
I had plans. And now those plans have changed.
There’s some sadness in that. Holy Week and Easter won’t be the same. I’ll miss Rootabaga. And I miss all of you. But there’s also some joy. We’re learning how to use technology in new ways. Mariah and I will enjoy a longer anniversary staycation. And we can have a big celebration when we gather again.
I had plans. I’m sure that you had plans, too. Sometimes, there is sadness when plans change. Sometimes, there is joy when plans change. Sometimes, there is sadness and joy all mixed together.
Take a moment today—and every day—to feel the sadness. And take a moment today—and every day—to find the joy. There is holiness in both of these. And know that no matter how long this lasts, we will get through this together, and we will celebrate together again.