Easter again
I've been an Episcopalian for forty years. I love the liturgy, the loopy hymns (Welcome Happy Morning, I Sing a Song of the Saints of God). I love the beautiful ones ( King of Glory, King of Peace; Wondrous Love). The words of the liturgy are second nature. But on Easter I am in two places at once: In Alexandria, VA at Christ Church, and at the Annunciation Greek Orthodox Church on W. 14th Street in Cleveland. I say the creed in English, and hear it in Greek. I sing the Trisagion in English and listen to the Greek words. I see white pews and clear windows, and in my mind there are icons everywhere. I live a rich Easter experience! I long to say Xristos Anesti and have others say Alithos Anesti, but have to be satisfied with Christ Is Risen, Indeed He is Risen. So it goes! At home we have lamb (many Episcopalians do, too) and Tzoureki (Easter Bread). Dessert is a honey cake from my ancient Greek cookbook, stains and torn pages abounding. My son-in-law, from a very Protestant whi