Yesterday was the feast of the Ascension.
The Ascension is supposed to be glorious, but it strikes me as sad. I know (and agree with) all the theological justifications for why Jesus can't hang around forever, but still.
So I walked into church already a bit gloomy and sat down with the other four parishioners. The number didn't help my mood.
Fr. Nicholas delivered his sermon. Which was excellent, of course. But his remarks on the attendance particularly stood out. He pointed out how thousands of people crossed the threshold on Easter, and only a handful remain; Yet the handful are as important as the thousands, and the thousands as important as the handful.
Besides, he said, the church is full of angels - if only we could see them.