Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Weekend notes, Easter.

Easter was duly and joyfully celebrated featuring the three big K's--Kinder, Kueche, Kirche (children, kitchen, church) in a woman's life.  (Other people also have Karriere;  I also always had Klinik.)  One could also add Kuchen (cake).

I don't need to tell you again that Christ is risen.  We've affirmed it a few times this weekend and we did talk about how this is not just some nice religious belief, but we believe it to be an actual fact, and for us, and that there are actual facts in this world, not just illusions and how this is pivotal and how we celebrate it together.

Thank you to Andrea for making the potato salad and arranging the flowers for me. 

We also had a trip further afield into the country visiting lovely people and enjoying a bright and warm day.


On the way we listened to a Issues, etc. podcast from last week, Dr. Just's Bible study on the passion in Luke's gospel account.  He focused on how Luke zeros in on how Christ's death on the cross was a noble and innocent death, so that the gentiles would understand.  We, too can learn a few things about suffering in taking all the details under examination.  

It's been a long time that Martin and I had been in a Bible study together, though we have resumed our readings after a time of business and experimentation.  We agree that sticking with the Treasury is best and simplest.  

I'm reading Klement Preus' "Fire and the Staff" which a very kind person sent to us.  It is a very good read and not difficult or slow, rather well peppered with appropriate anecdotes and some very good and subtle humor.  We'll probably be commenting on it.

It was difficult again to celebrate without Stefan.  This will never change.  Young A.M. gave me a big hug when she saw me crumbling.

The two girls are both getting married this summer.  K. on the right will play at Andrea's wedding.  She might want to get this picture for herself here, if she does not have it.


Bror Erickson said...

My mom used to set a table like that, and then us kids sat at acard table.

Brigitte said...

Like what? Without cups? :) With white table cloth and the kids could not sit there, or with that much cake in the afternoon?

Swedes are supposed to have cake every afternoon, I read somewhere the other day.

Bror Erickson said...

With a table cloth, candles, arrangements and so on. Fancy. Not so often with a cake.
Guess I'm Americanized, don't eat cake very often at all.

Brigitte said...

The white table cloth and candles and cake, etc. symbolize to me something that has seemingly gone missing in society these days. The idea of celebrating feast days. We had something like that every Sunday.

Displaced people at least would always take their linens and their candlesticks with them. Necessities of life and treasures at the same time, foreshadowing the feast to come.

Cake is not that good for you, but a little bit might be nice, if we still baked. It gives a bit of fun, attraction and dignity to domesticity, which we've also lost. And maybe a bit of fresh cake might be better than all that junk consumed these days.