Released

Mrs ERJ and I attended the Easter Vigil last night.

Approximately 10 people "joined" the church last night at our service.

Their faces were all sparkly and glowing and wet. Even I, with my cynical and world-hardened heart could see it.

The wags once noted that "In the beginning God created man in His own image. And man returned the favor and recreated God in his own, fallible image."

God is infinite. We cannot understand or comprehend Him. The best we can do is to grasp Him with human metaphors and allegories and analogies.

Not many guests expected at Casa ERJ today

Two of our kids worked today so parents who they work with can spend Easter with their young children.

Another is going to church and will be tangled up with events there for-the-duration.

Another one had "something come up". He called Mrs ERJ to let her know and apologized with abject misery in his voice. He didn't know that the call would make us zero-for-four and disappointing his mother gives him physical pain.

Mrs ERJ did the "mom" thing and asked if he needed any left-overs.

The metaphor

The radiant faces were the faces of grown-up children whose decades-long estrangement from their parent was dissolved. Their relationship has been restored. The past, with its injuries and scars, was released. Their souls were healed.