Today is Easter Sunday. Hauʻoli lā i ala hou ai Ka Haku. Happy Easter. Of course, every Sunday is special at Kuhio Chapel and our Mother church, Haili Church. We, at the very Hawaiian Kuhio, are holding services in person, but our Kahu (pastor) is at Haili with his congregation so part of the service is virtual on a large screen. It’s almost like he is still here. We are masked and sanitized and because we are distancing there are far fewer persons in either church. However, today is Easter Sunday, communion Sunday and the Sunday for giving to the homeless. We joyously sing songs in Hawaiian and songs in English. We say the doxology and Lord’s Prayer in Hawaiian, we sing Happy Birthday in Hawaiian. Haili does all of these in English. We are mix of ethnicities, but we all come together as one.
Today was more than special and though I’ve belonged to the church for sixteen years, I’ve never witnessed this particular ceremony. I still become teary-eyed thinking about it. At Haili, next to the alter stands a tall cross. It is shrouded in black cloth and stands stark as a reminder of its meaning. Then, before the sermon, each person in the congregation is asked to come forth and place a flower on the cross. Kahu who is in the neighborhood of 6’5′ started by placing his flower on the very top along with two beautiful lei. Slowly, each person came to the front, the taller members were able to reach close to the top, the children placed their flowers close to the bottom, As the cross gained in color, it also changed in meaning. No longer naked, but something beautiful. When the service was over, I drove from Kuhio Chapel to Haili in order to take a photo of this oh so special cross. Little did I realize there would be so many people wanting photos WITH the cross so I waited in line while extended families, couples and singles took part. I was thankful I had worn a mu’umu’u to commemorate the occasion. Of course, I’m squinting! But, but isn’t it exquisite? I think every one of these flowers came from a yard, either one’s own or a neighbor’s. We are so lucky to have such a tropical variety of blossoms.
After church every Sunday I drive to a good friend’s house to practice hula for class on Monday. It’s always such a wonderful time spent. We dance, we correct mistakes and we have a wonderful lunch which we take turns making. Today was Genie’s turn and we had a delicious pumpkin/chicken curry soup and Shrimp Poke. Along with it was fresh baked French bread and lemon bars that I contributed. I don’t have to cook tonight as I always leave stuffed. We have recently learned a new mele called Melia, a lovely song about someone’s love being compared to the beautiful Pua Melia or Plumeria. or in the Mainland, called Frangipani.
I was going to share a video of me dancing Melia, but although I can see the video, my computer is unable to recognize it neither by name nor by number. I’ve tried several back doors, all of which are apparently locked. I’m bummed, but, oh well. Maybe I will be able to figure it out in a future post. In my search I have discovered that in order to post my video, I have to upgrade my program to the the tune of $8 a month. This is a reasonable amount, however it is billed once a year and right now $96 is a questionable amount since I only would maybe post one video year. I will have to think about it.