The Day After Easter
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In Michigan, midspring winter is its own season. This week, the day after Easter brought a cold reminder of this truth. Not twenty-four hours prior, I had been singing resurrection hymns in my little home parish as the light flooded in. The sun would shine all that day, gently warming my back as I flopped in the green grass of my childhood backyard and …
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