BEAUTY BEYOND THE BREAK
Growing up, many of us have those sweet memories of Easter Sunday, lining up with our red eggs, tapping them against each other’s, seeing whose would stay strong the longest. Back then, I didn’t know that the eggs were dyed red to remind us of the blood of Christ, poured out in love for the world. And the cracking of the egg symbolized the breaking open of the tomb, the moment when death gave way to life.
Last Friday, I had the great joy of spending time with my good friend, Archbishop Elpidophoros of America. We met at the St. Nicholas National Shrine, with other Orthodox hierarchs right there at Ground Zero, a place that once stood for sorrow but now stands tall as a witness to hope.