My former UU minister, Steve, once told me a story about his friend. He went to the top of a mountain in the Himalayas and had a life-changing spiritual experience. His head and heart opened up and he recognized, for the first time, the one-ness of all creation.
As he was descending the mountain, a beggar came up and started asking for money. Steve's friend, in a fit of anger, pushed him away.
I laughed when I heard that story because it is so true. Often our mountain top experiences end with a thump.
And so it was with Easter. I willingly dove into the abyss of the Triduum, scaled the heights of Easter and then landed with a bump on the ass yesterday. It was as close to actual depression as I have come in years. Physically, emotionally, spiritually, I was ready to shove the first person that happened to cross my path.
A friend recommended reading Job and Ecclesiastes. I read the passion in John instead. And it helped, by God. It did.