I’m Dreaming of a White…Easter
Yes, folks, it’s true—it’s Holy Saturday, but four days short of the middle of April, and we’re covered in snow. On Holy Thursday (the evening we mark the Crucifixion), what had been a pleasant week turned outright nasty: cold & blustery. Yesterday (the evening we mark Christ’s burial), it started snowing sometime in the afternoon, IIRC about 1500 (the ninth hour, when Christ died, according to the Gospels). And now creation is asleep under a blanket of snow.
It would be apt indeed if tomorrow the sun comes forth and destroys the snow as Christ destroyed Death.
