In this season of Eastertide, I am surprised at the sense of coming to an end of a journey within the Church. During Holy Week (Eastern and Western Churches), we are surrounded by many images and stories of people on pilgrimage, from the peace and justice pilgrimages in Raleigh, to the Via Dolorosa pilgrimages in Jerusalem.
Everyone is on their feet, in their wheel chair, and moving forward.
But now in the season of Eastertide, nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero momentum. Inertia.
I know that I tried to teach my Duke students about the seasons of the Church year, and the sense of movement within each Season. But this is hard to translate to the Church itself.
Time to get moving.