Daily Reflections From My Window

April 2, 2021 Good Friday


Truth will always be truth, regardless of lack of understanding, disbelief or ignorance.

W. Clement Stone

We got snow yesterday and more overnight. Though it makes things brighter, I am really ready for warmer weather. 15* is too cold right now. March was pretty nice! The Easter season has been so different this year. Shortly after I moved to Johnstown 30 ish years ago, I was recruited to be a member of the Altar Guild at our church. It was a great honor. Members take care of linens, sacred vessels, and pretty much make sure that the altar is ready for each service, dressed in the correct liturgical colors and appointments. Being a part of such a devout group, deepened my own faith. When I began to study what the colors meant and the symbolism represented, the celebration of the Eucharist really took on something new. I know that I’ve told you before that I was raised Roman Catholic (with and Irish Catholic grandmother, no less), went to a Catholic school for 8 years, and was pretty much on a need to know basis. I don’t remember ever questioning why anything was the way it was or ever being encouraged TO question anything. I guess no one thought I needed to know.

Jay and I headed over the mountain yesterday in the snow, for the Maundy Thursday service at our church. The weather is always a little worse on our side of the mountain, and then suddenly, it breaks and the sun peaks out as we start our descent into Ligonier.

I couldn’t get over how beautiful the sky looked last night. I took quite a few pictures. The clouds looked so heavy and despite that, the sun was hanging on.

We pulled into the church parking lot and there was only one other car. We had to make reservations to attend the service, and we were about 10 minutes early so we were sure that more would arrive. We went in and there were others inside who had parked in the back of the church. Not a huge crowd, but it’s wonderful to celebrate with others. I’m so happy to be able to attend in person worship again. I can’t tell you.

The Holy Thursday service is so special. If you aren’t familiar with it, it’s a representation of the Last Supper and the night Jesus is turned over to be Crucified. After the Eucharist, the lights are dimmed and the Altar Guild solemnly removes all of the items snd dressings from the altar. It represents the bare tomb while the congregation reads Psalm 22 in unison. It’s pretty powerful. Here’s a link to the service and Fr. Jim’s sermon about the significance of Jesus washing his followers’ feet is an eye opener, as usual.


As we head into Easter and the bunny and all of that, it’s always good to remember what it’s all about. It reminds me of a conversation with a friend years ago about believing in certain things. She is from India and is not a Christian, and was telling me a story about Ganesh, the god of good fortune. His mother wanted to take a bath, so she created a little boy to guard her door. Her husband came home from war and the little boy wouldn’t let him in, so the husband got mad and cut off the little boy’s head with his sword. He then ordered his men to go find a new head and they found an elephant head and attached it to the boy’s body and all was well. I asked her if she really believed that? She said, “It’s no more unbelievable than the guy who died and rose from the dead 3 days later.” Touché’.

I guess it’s what is in our realm of belief and I believe that Jesus rose from the dead to save us sinners-me especially. The mystery of faith says it all.

“Christ has died.

Christ Is Risen.

Christ will come again.”

Jay always reminds me that even though the apostles saw miracles with their own eyes and spent time with Jesus, they STILL had trouble getting it. I believe.

The alpacas are enjoying the sun and maybe the cold today. It’s supposed to go up to the high 30s. I’m in the homestretch of Jay’s felted alpaca vest. I can’t believe that I’m almost out of black thread.

In the meantime, remember to wash your hands, don’t touch your face, stay home but if you MUST go out, wear a mask and keep the length of an alpaca cria (which is a baby alpaca and about 3 feet long) between you and the next person.

Have a blessed day!