I went to a Taize prayer last Friday with some friends and it reminded me of the two times I've been to Taize and the three times I've been to Theology of the Body conferences. Those were the times I felt most at peace, most close to Heaven, most fulfilled. Why can't times like those happen more often? Why can't I always be inspired and uplifted?
This Easter, I heard a priest say that we mainly live in Holy Saturday time: the waiting, the hoping, marked by the grief of Holy Friday, knowing God will redeem all evil. So it makes sense to just have these "resurrection moments" every now and then. The rest is just "one foot in front of the other..." in this earthly pilgrimage.
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