Holy Week 2018 has been so wonderful. Now that there's a lull in activity (everyone except me is trying to prepare for the Easter Vigil tonight and is wisely sleeping in), I'd like to take a look back on these past few days and remember all of the joyful yet bittersweet moments that make up Holy Week.
Monday, March 26th, 2018
After rather challenging day at work, going to the last choir practice for Holy Week was a blessing. I will admit, I'm usually tired after working, but knowing that Jesus is right there in the Holy Tabernacle listening to you pulls you through. I kept thinking about the Passion, especially how Our Blessed Mother must have felt.
Tuesday, March 27th, 2018
My next youngest sister Elizabeth did her "birthday day" with Mom down in Madison. I, sadly, don't recall getting much done in their absence. Yet more proof that having a job is good for me......and that I need to get more hours. Doing nothing and being bored is a dangerous place to be.
Wednesday, March 28th, 2018
My sister Elizabeth and I were blessed to sing for the Requiem Mass for one of our wonderful choir director's husband. What an honor it was to sing the beautiful, tear-jerking music during Holy Mass.....praying for one soul in particular. Please pray for Marvin's soul! You can read about him here. After the funeral and the lunch, we spent the rest of the day outside doing some spring clean-up work.
Thursday, March 29th, 2018
After working a quick shift (6:30am-2:30pm), I came home to a sparkling clean house (company coming the next day). Why is it that I somehow am usually gone when a lot of work needs to be done? I'm not complaining, just wondering 😁. Oh well, bonus points for the rest of my siblings that were home. They did a good job. Anyway, after getting home I had half an hour before leaving for choir practice before Mass. The Mass? Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. I didn't sing for Holy Week last year due to my work schedule (which ironically hasn't changed, lol.....I think I was just a wimp last year), so singing for it after a year off is amazing. After Mass, I was blessed to see some old friends (a gift during Holy Week, that's for sure). I wish I had gotten a picture with them....but I failed. Anyhow, after that, we were blessed to stay in town until the English Mass was over so we could go back to church and pray before Jesus in the Holy Tabernacle in the beautiful Altar of Repose. We stayed there about 45 minutes, but it felt like 10 minutes. Usually, I get antsy when I sit in one spot that long, but God looked down kindly on me that night and I was able to peacefully meditate on His Passion. Again, my thoughts kept drifting to Our Blessed Mother.....imagining her pain at seeing her Holy Son in such pain......knowing that Jesus was aware of her presence during His suffering and wondering how much pain that added.
I can only imagine what it must have been like, seeing the Son of God, your Son, tortured and killed before your eyes. I don't think I realized before this Holy Week just how much Our Blessed Mother had to suffer. Truly, her heart was pierced.
And yet, knowing that we were the ones who put her beloved Son up on the cross, she still loves us with her motherly love and wishes to lead all of us up to her Son in Heaven. How comforting that is. The thought of it almost makes me cry.
Good Friday, March 30th, 2018
Our out-of-state relatives visited, so I'm afraid I don't have much to say about this day. In the evening, the Good Friday service was bitter-sweet. Knowing that I hadn't sufficiently meditated on the Passion of Jesus was sad for me. However, it couldn't be helped. After the service (it's always strange to call it a "service"), my two younger sisters, a couple of friends, and I stayed while the altar servers had practice up in the church. There we were, watching them on the "tv" from downstairs, critiquing their every move. Little did they know they were being watched!
My take-away so far from Holy Week? Just how real this is. Maybe it's because I'm older this year, I don't know......everything is just so real. The Passion, Our Blessed Lady, Our Blessed Lord and His particular love for each one of us, the true horror of sin.....it all is so vivid and real. I know I can only ever understand in a tiny, small way the Passion and Death of Our Blessed Lord, but if I had to describe what I do understand, I would use only one word: heartbreaking.
I can't even put into words what all I feel about the Passion. This Holy Week has been beautiful, difficult, and so grace-filled. I thank Our Blessed Lord for pouring out so much grace into my soul this Holy Week, especially after how much of a buffoon I was during Lent. That always surprises me: how our Blessed Lord still loves infinitely even when we don't take things seriously. Again, it's heartbreaking, this Holy Week, to know just how much I've fallen short. Yet, there's a joyful cry in my soul because Our Blessed Lord is reaching all the way down to were I am with a hand of mercy and justice. May I never fail to grow in awareness of the reality of the Passion.
I hope you all have a blessed Holy Saturday and Easter Sunday, as well as a safe drive to and from church if any of you are going to an Easter Vigil.
I will remember you all tonight during Holy Mass. I thank every one of you for being such wonderful and supporting readers. May God bless you.
In the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus,