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Conchita_0803
2 April 2010 15:34
The beautiful Conchita. She's one of Gertie's daughters, and she has the attitude to prove it.
2 April 2010
Maundy Thursday
2 April 2010 00:161. Outside of Christmas, Maunday Thursday was my favorite liturgical day. I was a weird kid.
2. We always went to church on the evening of Maunday Thursday. The church that I grew up in was beautiful: gorgeous woodwork everywhere, stunning stained glass windows, a very cool, very old pipe organ, and the most beautiful lanterns hanging from the ceiling. They were made of wrought iron and a heavy leaded glass that was tinted in what looked to me as a parchment wash. During evening services they cast the most warm, enveloping, soft glow.
3. Maunday Thursday had the most gruesome hymns. Slow, almost dirge-like, very powerful. I loved them. To this day I don't really own a lot of perky music. I blame it on Maunday Thursday.
4. My favorite Maundy Thursday hymn: Stricken, smitten, and afflicted
( They lyrics, if you're interested )
5. For most of my youth I thought it was "Monday Thursday."
6. You know, Lutherans had great hymns. Singing was my favorite part of every service. And let me tell you, the congregation belted those babies out. Germans love to sing.
7. The pain meds have kicked in (yay!), and while they did a lot for my comfort level, they're not exactly knocking me out. Between the two? I'll take being in less pain, thank you very much.
8. It's now Friday, which makes it Good Friday. One little tidbit. I never met my paternal grandfather; he died when my dad was just a boy. He died on Good Friday, though. And although the date of Good Friday changes yearly, I always think of him on Good Friday and wished that I had had the chance to know him
9 Thus endeth the little nostalgic stroll through this portion of the Lutheran liturgical year.
2. We always went to church on the evening of Maunday Thursday. The church that I grew up in was beautiful: gorgeous woodwork everywhere, stunning stained glass windows, a very cool, very old pipe organ, and the most beautiful lanterns hanging from the ceiling. They were made of wrought iron and a heavy leaded glass that was tinted in what looked to me as a parchment wash. During evening services they cast the most warm, enveloping, soft glow.
3. Maunday Thursday had the most gruesome hymns. Slow, almost dirge-like, very powerful. I loved them. To this day I don't really own a lot of perky music. I blame it on Maunday Thursday.
4. My favorite Maundy Thursday hymn: Stricken, smitten, and afflicted
( They lyrics, if you're interested )
5. For most of my youth I thought it was "Monday Thursday."
6. You know, Lutherans had great hymns. Singing was my favorite part of every service. And let me tell you, the congregation belted those babies out. Germans love to sing.
7. The pain meds have kicked in (yay!), and while they did a lot for my comfort level, they're not exactly knocking me out. Between the two? I'll take being in less pain, thank you very much.
8. It's now Friday, which makes it Good Friday. One little tidbit. I never met my paternal grandfather; he died when my dad was just a boy. He died on Good Friday, though. And although the date of Good Friday changes yearly, I always think of him on Good Friday and wished that I had had the chance to know him
9 Thus endeth the little nostalgic stroll through this portion of the Lutheran liturgical year.
