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.
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.
We are not always blessed by the company we keep.
Sometimes I wonder why I do the things I do.
Springtime seems to be struggling a bit. It’s not catching on, not quite yet, in our part of the country.
But if you look closely, you can find the barest hint of the spectacle to come.
In the silence…
The 14th Station – Jesus is Laid in the Tomb. It’s been a favorite resting place, my spiritual oasis, for years.
Treachery permeates the liturgy in these final days and hours of our Lenten journey.
It looked a little forlorn, the “theme” banner from our just-completed ACTS retreat, when I got to church this morning.
You know what I’m thinking so far this Holy Week? That it must have been fun to hang out with Jesus.