As I am on the threshold between Philosophical and Theological Studies, there are a whole lot of emotions that I am feeling. I am feeling sad that I will be moving away from Mount Angel. Oregon has become home for me these last three years. I will definitely miss Mount Angel, Oregon. I also feel very happy that I will begin graduate school studying Theology. I will be moving to the city once again.
The Good Friday service was moving. The cross that we used for the veneration was the cross that was carried on pilgrimage by parishioners to the Sanctuario in New Mexico. Friday morning I had to take off all the intentions that were nailed to the cross. In the evening at 5pm, we prayed the Stations of the Cross at the cemetery. Each station was prayed at a different grave of parishioners.
Holy Saturday was full of events. All day father and I ran through the Roman Missal making sure the Easter Vigil will run smoothly. We had one baptism and six confirmation with first communion that night. The mass lasted for three hours.
On Easter Sunday, we had a marathon of masses. We had two morning masses and then we had to drive thirty miles to another town in our vestments to celebrate another mass. Our Easter meal was burgers and fries. By that time, I was so pooped. When we got home, I took a nap of fours hours.
Today, Easter Monday, has been a whole day of rest. I read more pages of a book I am reading "The Future Church" by John Allen.
I will be flying back to Portland, Oregon tomorrow from Denver, Colorado. These last few days has been busy but also prayerful. I can't wait to be back at the seminary to finish my last few weeks and to start packing...