Rosh Hashanah or Passover ...
Ramadan ...
is the annual opening of the windows.
The heater is turned off.
Shoes are put away.
Landry is lost.
In complete holy happiness, I dance to each of the 22 windows in our house and open them in ecstasy.
Hymns from Bob Marley, Jimmy Buffett, the Beach Boys and Jim Morris are sung in the background.
Sunshine baptizes our home and the salt air of a sea breeze kisses everything.
Finally in the kitchen, the glass doors slide open and the Beloved Back Deck becomes one with the house bringing fresh scents of blooming flowers, choirs of birds and the playfulness of squirrels.
"Righteous" I say out loud.
In the distance the ocean roars in approval.
Grabbing Sarah I kiss her salty bare skin in celebration of this high holy day!
Others are worshipping in other ways today but we've invited the Grand Cathedral that God built inside!
Who needs a musty old building to celebrate God?
They can have their stained glass windows!
We'll take our open ones.
