Paschaltide
By Brother Brennan I recall that as a child growing up in Our Lady of Prompt Succor parish, in Westwego, Louisiana, Easter was, of course, always sacred and special. While it was somehow “smaller” than Christmas, there was a difference I could perceive then, but just not explain. Giving up something for Lent, attending the stations of the cross weekly, meatless Fridays, and the Paschal Triduum services all helped us prepare for and embrace the momentousness of the feast in our lives—both individually and communally. Around the corner from the church, just beyond the parish cemetery, lived my aunt and uncle, who always hosted a massive potluck barbecue for the extended family and many friends, complete with an Easter egg hunt and cabbage ball (just like softball, but with a smaller diamond and a larger, softer ball, eliminating the need for gloves). Although there always seemed to be less “fuss” over Easter than for Christmas, with all that December shopping, continual ...