“Welcome Happy Morning Age to Age Shall Say!”

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“Hail thee Festival Day, blessed Day that art Hallowed forever;
day wherein Christ arose, breaking the kingdom of death.”

“Alleluia! Alleluia! Hearts and voice heavenward raise:
Sing to God a hymn of gladness, Sing to God a hymn of praise!”

“Joyful, Joyful, we adore thee, God of Glory, Lord of love…….”

A day to sing all the wonderful favorites from the Hymnal!!!
He is risen, Christ is risen indeed!!

something magical

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Something magical transpires when you add sugar, water, heat (high heat–careful not to burn it or you)–next, some butter and cream, whisk it all up–can it get much better? Caramel!! ummmm… Using to drizzle over the chocolate molten brownies, add a little broken toffee bits, a smidge sprinkle of sea salt, a scoop of vanilla ice cream to the side and you have my 85 year old father, happy (and everyone else at the table as well 🙂 )

The age old mystery–the bunny or the egg??

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These eggs were too pretty to dye so I “blew them out” and have them displayed in an old rustic dough bowl. A nice simple touch. But as far as the mystery to which came first, the bunny or the egg…. there simply isn’t time to ponder as it’s time I get cracking, I mean, hopping, with my Easter cooking!! Blessings this Holy Saturday.

Oh sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble…

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When visiting Vienna this past Fall, I wandered into a small shop sitting in the shadow of the great Stephansdom or St. Stephens Cathedral. St Stephens is a romanesque gothic wonder that stands on the same site in which it was first consecrated in 1147.

The shop’s name is Cecconi (http://www.cecconi.at/) and it’s a shop specializing in arts and crafts, particularly woodcarvings. There is a huge selection of German hand painted metal ornaments. Wood carvings of animals, nativity pieces, decorative ornaments as well as religious pieces. I actually visited the store twice. The Christmas ornaments were all so pretty, meticulously hand painted and beautifully displayed. Wonderful small treasures to take back home as a reminder of Wien (Vienna).

It was however a beautiful image of the crucified Christ which caught my eye as it hung on the wall behind the counter. I had never quite seen this type of particular “take” on the crucifixion. There was no cross, just a hanging, distorted torso, twisted in agony and at the exact moment of death–delicately carved from a piece of wood. It was captivating as well as moving.

I asked how much, and knew I must purchase it. The young man whose family owns the shop told me that it is actually a copy of a larger “Christos” on display in the Alps. He told me that when I get home, I need to find the “perfect” piece of wood on which to display it–perhaps a piece of drift wood. He wrapped the carving in a mountain of tissue paper and I proceeded to carry it as if it was a baby for the remainder of our journey abroad.

Once home, I scoured the woods and area around my house looking for a piece of wood. I opted to “distress” a piece of oak, as I don’t live near a place where I could find any drift wood. I added some broken nails for the carving to hang on and hung it in my dinning/ kitchen area so that those entering my home would immediately see it up on the wall. It is one of those things that holds your attention and doesn’t quite let go.

As today is Good Friday I am reminded of what this small wooden display actually represents. It is a day that you and I all stand before the Cross–There is a vast heaviness as we stand today contemplating this very Cross.

I want to share with you not only my small treasure from Vienna, not only a piece of beautiful artisanship, not only a unique display, but the very reason as to what brings us all to this particular day— the Agony and Death of One which gave, and continues to give, way to Hope and Salvation for All.

There is a haunting old “negro spiritual” that we would sing in my church when I was younger during the Good Friday service:

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?

Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?

Were you there when God raised him from the tomb?
Were you there when God raised him from the tomb?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when God raised him from the tomb?

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