During the Friday liturgy, I realized something for the first time that colored my participation in the weekend liturgies – something I read from Fr. Z – that the Church dies with Christ on Friday, & rises with him Saturday night. As the Lord in the Eucharist disappears from the Church’s altars, the Bride weeps without her Groom & cannot live without him. Mary, not as Bride, but as the Mother present at Golgotha, descends to the grave with her Son & mourns throughout the night, awaiting the first rays of morning light & life to touch her tear-sodden face. How dreadful a thing is a Bride without her Groom, a Mother without her Son. Then how she rejoices at his return!
It’s a bit more than a metaphor, though – the Church throughout the world foregoes her true source of strength, sanctity, & life. She is a Church unable to move, unable to speak, unable to breathe. A Bride with her heart broken. A Bride in waiting. An empty tabernacle is a tomb all its own.
The Vigil never fails to move the soul – the Church never being more who she is than when celebrating her risen Lord & bearing him new children of God through holy Baptism, Confirmation, & finally consummating her love for him by celebrating the Eucharist again.
Sunrise Mass this morning at St. Thomas lived up to its promise. The pink & peach light shining through the clouds & beaming through the windows fulfilled the Psalm that heavens tell the glory of God.

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There's a replica of this Icon at our Cathedral in downtown KC, MO. Small world. :-)
It is actually a photo I took of an icon Fr. Al brought with him when he was giving a talk at St. Thomas a couple of years ago. I've heard the cathedral there is really impressive.
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