There are advantages to having an early Easter. Say, about the end of March. When May comes, it’s a big ramp up with sacraments, commencement, Mother’s Day, and Pentecost–all before June hits.
Having served in large parishes, I’ve often been the beneficiary of a bishop’s visit in May for Confirmation. I don’t know if that’s considered prime, but that’s what the DRE or youth minister or faith formation director has always requested.
This year is not such an advantageous year. We have the usual First Communion and Confirmation line-up in May. And now we have another few weeks before Pentecost. The lilies are not gilded, but dying. They seem to be fading darned fast. Is it climate change? Is it Iowa?
A parishioner donated some nice yellow lilies this past weekend to replace the white-turned-gray blooms. Can we milk them for another twenty days? We’ll see. Geraniums offer a nice contrast.
At the parish, our younger population has been gutted. Our video capture was at the Saturday night Mass this past weekend. While it looked thin from the floor, when I was processing the event for television, I did a double take at the start of Mass. We might have been off fifty percent–and Saturday 4:45 isn’t our biggest student Mass–not by a longshot.
Anybody else feeling blah or ordinary on Day Thirty of Easter?