when it rains

I hear it when I'm practicing the organ. The church is empty and quiet. I'm engrossed in music.

Then out of the endge I hear a thundering sound. I turn my head right to see out the windows. And it's merely rain. But recently more than "merely." It's cats and dogs.

By the time I got my camera to the door to the courtyard it was softly falling.

Easter comes to courtyard

Two dozen Zioners waited for the sun and prayed at the Easter sunrise service in the courtyard. Here you see dawn's early light brighten up the courtyard walls as we prayed.

I particularly like the shadow cast by the tree, center left. And left of that the three little arched windows beside the tall, clean library windows.

The service started with singing "Were You There?" and ended with an Easter prayer from the blue hymnal, #747. In between, other songs, scriptures, and impromptu reflections and prayers.

Easter is so objective and subjective at once. That is, it happened totally apart from our feelings about it. Yet, for it to make a personal change, it has to be subjective.