Three Kids and a Kettle

Second Easter at home

Easter again at home. But this time the church was open for those who wished to stand in the courtyard with masks, and the young deacon read the Gospel on the steps in a voice that could be heard in the lane. I stood at our gate with the children and heard every word. The second year, and we are used to it. This is the sad part: that we are used to it.

Christ is risen. Truly.

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