What I didn't say to the barista
"And what are you doing for Easter dinner?" she continued. (Are you kidding? We're all in different cities, and by the time two of us get back home, we'll be pretty wrecked. But when we're that tired, we can be awfully silly. That sounds good right now.)
I'll be grateful when we've gotten through the weekend, praying that we'll give those we serve a glimpse of the great mystery. In the end, the liturgy and the music pull us through, and even in our human mistakes and imperfections, the Christ-light shines.