This is a day of solemn remembrance: Mary watched her Son die on the cross.
I confess that I haven’t had to witness death in person; I’ve led a sheltered life. I can’t imagine what it’s like to see your child’s death, someone you’ve dedicated your entire life to.
The image above is Pietà, sculpted by Michelangelo and housed at St Peter’s in the Vatican. I saw it in person about 47 years ago, and it still strikes me to my core today.
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Whenever I pray the Rosary, it’s a chance to really ponder the suffering that Jesus endured for our salvation.
Even death on a cross.
I’d love to think that I would have the strength to offer my life for someone else, even my most cherished loved ones. But I fear that I’d fail.
My God, my God, what have You forsaken me?Psalm 22:1
Today, time stops. And once a year we contemplate the concept of being without our Lord.
It’s an in-between time.
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Do I have the courage? The courage to follow the path that Jesus showed?
It’s a painful path, driven only by the Word and faith in God.
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Take up your cross and follow MeMatthew 16:24
Today we enter into the most intense period of our journey: the Triduum. We descend into the darkness as we realize what cruelty we have shown to our God.
Of course we also know the end of this story: glorious resurrection on the third day, at which time we recognize that our Lord is triumphant, even over death.
He promises me that I too can be triumphant, if only I follow His path.
The more I learn about crucifixion, the more horrified I am.
It’s an unbelievably terrible way to treat someone. And a terrible way to die.
Of course, I want my own death to be peaceful. Quiet. Private.
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Holy week begins today. The most holy time of our entire year.
When I think about Jesus’ passion, the crown of thorns seems to be unbelievably cruel. The whole event is unfathomable, of course, but this hits my heart in a special way.
I think it came from portrayals I’ve seen in movies and plays. Can you imagine the pain involved with penetrating the skin on your head? I’ve whacked my head many times during my lifetime, and I see stars.
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My understanding of what happened in the Garden on Holy Thursday is … so limited.
Sure, I know the story, and I even see images in my mind. We read it every year.
But still, there are so many more layers to the story.
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