This Week We Call Holy
As a kid, I loved
spring vacation or Easter break as we called it then, but I also remember
whining to my wonderful mother that “all we ever do is go to church!” I didn’t get it then; I hope I get it
now. I hope I get how truly holy this
week is – that, as a wise woman said, --
“… is NOT business as usual.”
This week is so special, this week plunges us so deeply into mystery, it
can only be called “holy.” This week has
to be experienced, I believe, the way we experience a poem or a painting or
dance….it touches us in the deepest parts of soul, of experience, of memory, of
emotion –no words, only symbols can speak its truth. Thursday night’s washing of feet, breaking of
bread and drinking the wine, Friday’s cross with blood and water pouring out,
Saturday’s new fire and new water all flow seamlessly from one into another
until they unite in the image of a rolled stone and an empty tomb. Just be with these images, sounds, light and
darkness, music and silence. May they
soak into your soul and bring you renewed life!
Priscilla Wood, OP
Dubuque, IA
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