Holy Week and Easter were generally amazing this year. However, there were a few stories that brought the resurrection to life. My internship this year is for a college campus ministry. Our Easter Vigil went from 11pm-1am. Around midnight we processed out of the chapel onto the Old Campus quad for the Litany of the Saints. We began our rather fancy procession with the appropriate smells, bells, and whistles. Not long after we started walking, a throng of clearly intoxicated college students entered the scene. The best part was they were dressed in 80's gear. They also appeared to be dancing to synchronized dance moves. There was one catch - no music. Or so we thought. They looked possessed, weaving in and out of our procession. We later found out that it was a dance party (which has a particular name that is not familiar to me,) for which the students had created identical play lists for their i-pods. So they were dancing to the same song, we just couldn't hear it. It was like stepping into an 80's music video, without the music. [I really can't describe the full brilliance of the scene. Whatever you're imagining, make it slightly more ridiculous, and you might be close.] I was laughing hysterically at the time, and also mildly worried about our safety. The more I've reflected on it though, the more I have realized that it symbolizes both my experience with campus ministry and encounters of the resurrection this past year. Working with students often requires otherwise unfathomable creativity - such as finding beauty in an incredibly chaotic Litany of the Saints. But, I think it symbolizes where the church ought to be headed, lest we want to become truly irrelevant. I also saw a glimpse of the resurrection, as our 70 students continued to process around the quad, in the face of the very real risk of being ridiculed by their peers. It took nothing short of courage and faith on their part. As usual, I was taken aback by the faithful witness that my students have demonstrated throughout the year. Another resurrection experience came from my mom of my grandmother. My Grandmother is in a nursing home and can't get out like she used to. The two things she asks most about are the foliage outside and the happenings of church in every liturgical season. As my mom was recounting Holy Week and Easter for her on Sunday, my grandmother told my mom about her Easter. Despite her inability to get to church on Easter Sunday, Easter happened as her caretaker bathed her on Holy Saturday, singing through every Easter hymn that my grandmother could remember, of which there were many. The joy she expressed when relaying this story to my mom is not describable. Suffice it to say, I now understand the importance of touch in the resurrection story in a new way.

