Holy Week begins a week from tomorrow. Two weeks from today we will be in the midst of the Triduum. As Lent winds down, I am beginning to see in people both the strain of a long penitential season and some marks of early joy at the approach of Easter similar to the knowing joy of people in northern climates as they recognize the sun is up just a bit longer each day.
Holy Week approaches. A man is arrested, crucified, buried, and against all hope is resurrected. For the disciples, there was great sorrow, resignation, and great joy. Their lives went on, albeit changed. For many people in the Church, Holy Week is the most emotionally draining time of the year. We journey through the wilderness of Lent trying to modify our lives so that we more properly model the Christian life. We insert ourselves into the Passion narrative, crying out, “Crucify him.” We hold our breath with all creation on Holy Saturday, the day between death and resurrection. And our lives go on.
Through our Advent preparations of Christ’s first coming in a manger in Bethlehem, into our twelve-day celebration of Christmas, proclaiming the manifestation of Christ throughout Epiphany, Lent, Easter, and the long season after Pentecost, our lives go on.
We witness births and deaths, joys and sorrows. And life goes on.
Through all of this, the good and the bad, the joyous and the heartbreaking, the successes and the failures, let us always remember that we are the Lord’s possession. And let us never cease to confess our Lord among the peoples and sing the praises of his name. Amen.