And so it begins, this most unusual of Triduum celebrations.
What I notice mostly is this: All of my “Holy Week” rhythms are “off” – completely out of whack.
The familiar routines, the comforting liturgies – they’ve been replaced by a veritable tsunami of online options – some live-streamed, some pre-recorded…hundreds (if not thousands) of ways to get my Triduum “fix” from churches and religious communities across the country and around the world
Soon enough I realize: I can’t do them all.
I don’t want to do them all, or even a representative sampling of them.
And yet, strangely, I feel myself being drawn to add to the plethora of possibilities for personal reflection on this odd, disjointed, out-of-whack Holy Thursday.
Why? No good reason, I guess – except that the 2020 online liturgical cacophony actually reminds me a bit…of my experience in the Garden of Gethsemane in 2019. I blogged about it a couple of times then – once, while still in Jerusalem…and then a few weeks later, on Holy Thursday last year.
I went there, to the Garden, seeking a quiet place. What I discovered was something that felt a lot more like courage.
Here, then, is an encore posting of my 2019 reflections – musing about how difficult it can be to find peace, even in sacred spots…and during the most holy times of the year.
Today’s find: Agony
Today’s find: Gethsemane
Let us pause now…to recall that we are in the presence of the Holy & Merciful One.
John, I remember that. I felt like she just finished a class in “How can I keep from singing “! It’s hard to connect these days. Maybe this is what the mystery of the mystical body feels like. I’ve been zooming Fr. Anthony’s mass. A blessed Triduum to you.