he hunt for colored eggs, the taste of chocolate bunnies, the Kodak-ready look of a new suit and tie – growing up, I could hardly wait for Easter.
Even as I got older and the day’s symbols and rituals became more meaningful, I, as a Catholic, still delighted in the Easter Mass, with all its sights, sounds and smells: the altar lilies, the sweet incense, the priest’s white and gold vestments, the long lines for Communion, and the invitation, after a solemn Lent, to sing with the joy of angels.
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