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“It was night,” writes the Evangelist in the gospel passage we hear on Tuesday of Holy Week.
I am haunted by that night.
A fair sky gave good account of its vastness the other evening.
We waited until we knew the grandsons were napping this afternoon… before making a “socially distant” drop-off of Easter goodies on their front stoop.
Somehow, the cloak-and-dagger tactics seemed to fit the day.
Covid-19 claimed another piece of normalcy today, and I felt the reverberations in my “lizard brain.”
It’s never good when that happens – when I sense that my “fight or flight” reflex has been activated. Oddly, the trigger in this case was a trip to the grocery store.
Got my alarm set for Sunday morning, so that I can take advantage of the “drive-thru distribution” of blessed palms up at the parish.
And thus begins the oddest Holy Week I have ever experienced.
I got my hopes up when our pilgrimage leader said we’d have the Garden of Gethsemane pretty much to ourselves.