Vesture
Make radiant the vesture of my soul. –Greek Orthodox Holy Monday Service On Palm Sunday, also American Easter, the day started with my three year old grandson throwing up a blue peep all over my shirt. It continued with my knocking my cell phone into the tub while trying to clean up everybody who had been affected by the earlier incident–a cell phone that was already on the brink of dying because it had been chucked too many times in angry outbursts by one of our children. The day ended on the floor of my 12-year-old son’s room, holding him while he raged, wept over trauma that will never leave his soul. On Holy Monday, I couldn’t find my Holy Week book, one of my prized possessions, a gift from my church when I was about 14. It has been years since I was able to experience Greek Orthodox Holy Week in person. I live three hours away from the closest Greek Orthodox church, and besides that, I left the church when I came out, and sealed the deal by marrying a woman. Neverthe...