Celebrating a Bright Holiday

I love this bright holiday! It’s right up there with Christmas, I’d say. But I’m hesitant to say too much—I know so little about it that I sometimes feel like a clueless child on the moon, trying to stay quiet and learn more.

I went to the all-night vigil with my sisters; I couldn’t stay home—how could I, when all the joy and celebration were there? Everything feels so genuine, pure, and uplifting that it lets you step away from the daily negativity and nourish your soul. Many people find fault there, complaining about the priests and each other. I don’t know how or when it happened, but at some point in my life I outgrew that mindset and began to look deeper than the surface-level negativity (there’s no denying that negativity exists, but should we be the judges of these people—or anyone else?). My life philosophy, perhaps partly shaped by my Christian beliefs, is: let it rest on that person’s conscience, and I am responsible for myself.

True joy is unmistakable and irreplaceable. Wishing you all more of the real thing in life!