Tales from the Id

Starting yesterday, Good Friday, it has been overcast and rainy.  And the weather calls to mind the only other Easter I ever remember rain on: Easter in Rome, 2008.  And when it rains there, it goes all out. When the girls and I got on the metro the sun was shining.  So we were totally unprepared for the severe thunderstorm that was waiting to greet us as we got off and headed towards St. Peter's Square for the outdoor Easter morning Mass.  After a while of standing in the square getting drenched (no thanks to the ripped plastic bag we had found and were holding over our three heads in vain), a sweet old Italian lady took pity on us and gave us her little brown polka dot umbrella, which leaked, and we had the best Easter ever.  God's power shouted in the thunder, spoke gently through the words of the Pope, and soaked into the very marrow of our bones through the rain.  All in all, it was awesome and exhilarating to be in the midst of the storm with Christ's Vicar right th

This is a belated Tuesday the 5th of April post. Last Tuesday the sky was casting the rain about with such frantic urgency that it seemed as though the atmosphere above the D.C. area had suddenly realized it was several thousand years late for the Flood.  It was oddly fitting, therefore, that during one of my class breaks I flipped through a Chesterton book and came across a short story called "A Picture of Tuesday", which is about the Second Day of Creation.  I read the story, looked out the window and thought: On the Second Day, God separated the waters above the earth from the waters below the earth. And today all the waters above the earth decided to come back down.