One gift of being in a parish where the majority of my fellow members are Hispanic is that the music and style of worship often really speaks more directly to that part of my heart where the joy lives, rather than first to the head. It's the gift of a simple, less complicated faith, which is what speaks to me most clearly right now. I need to shed the layers of formality and go directly to the joy.
So it is, that I stand on tiptoe this Wednesday afternoon, leaning forward in joyous anticipation of the mysteries of the Easter Triduum.
Macrina Wiederkehr captures my feelings this afternoon perfectly in this delightful poem:
"Standing on Tiptoe"
On tiptoe we stand, Lord Jesus
your full revelation
always expecting you
to come some more.
Our hands and hearts
are open to your grace.
Our lives are still waiting for
the fullness of your presence.
We are those who have been promised
a Kingdom, and we can never forget
Yet we have a foot in both worlds
and we stumble.
But still we stand
owning our kingdom-loving hearts
and our earth-eyes
We lean forward