Holy Weak, part 3

The boys are the perfect age for the Tenebrae Service-- the gradual darkness of the sanctuary, the thunderous pipe organ. We went to their friend's church. His parents were married there, this old stone Germantown gem with Bavarian wood carvings and immense and ornate stained glass. The three boys drew and we bribed them quiet with apricots and during the seventeen Scripture readings, m & m's. Ahem. I found it solemn and beautiful, my sleepy sons, dozing with their heads in my lap. One of our babysitters, home from college, gave a performance of "Were You There" that was soul-stirring and deeply grounding at the same time. Also, my Dad exchanging smiles with Calliope on Holy Saturday.