I love the Easter Vigil. It is so full of hope.
I remember when "hope" was a dirty word in my vocabulary. I understood it as a kind of cowardly retreat from the senses into a warm and sticky sentimentality. Hearing Christians use that word did nothing to improve my opinion of them.
And then a lot of stuff happened and "hope" became something ontological, something rational. The former "autonomic" associations are gone, and have faded to nothing but a memory of historical events.
I find it interesting how our privately held definitions for words change as we change.
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