My Beamish Brood

My Beamish Brood

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Our Mighty King's Triumph

Exult, let them exult, the hosts of Heaven, exult
The angel ministers of God exult,
Let the trumpet of salvation
Sound our mighty king's triumph!

Be glad, let earth be glad, as glory floods her,
Ablaze with light from her eternal King,
Let all corners of the earth be glad,
Knowing an end to gloom and darkness.

-from the Exultet, Easter Vigil Liturgy


As we transformed our crown of thorns into a jeweled crown for our King, the boys were giddy about the coming feast of Easter. Egg hunt? Sure. Treats and food and baskets? Yes. But what they could barely keep contained was the word that they finally get to say. They've been waiting so long, they can hardly stand it! 

"Mom, know what we get to say tomorrow?" asked Max. Then in unison they both whispered it, almost imperceptibly. 

But now we will proclaim it to the skies, at the top of our voices! Alleluia! Christ is risen! 



 
All three girls!





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