Every Easter at home in Philadelphia, the seminary would hold a vigil on Easter eve. The service would start at around 10pm with 12 readings followed by hymns. The last reading, at around 11:30ish, was this one, and inevitably my family, or another rambunctious bunch would read it. And every time you heard the sound of the horn (kazoo), pipe (harmonica), lyre (plastic guitar), trigon (something that would ding), drum (drum) and entire musical ensemble (everyone playing together) we would play our little fake instruments in awful unison. We would exaggerate our words and emphasize the insanity that is this chapter. The king is just nuts and the only sane people in the land are Daniel and his friends.
I love the memories of those nights and the fun we had. The reading certainly woke people up and it makes me think that the exaggerated rendition was just the way the author intended it. But the great story of God's power was yet to come as the vigil ended by processing to the seminary chapel where the Easter lilies were abundant and an Easter sermon was preached. He is risen!
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