Holy Week

I feel blessed to be able to receive the Eucharist daily this week - there is a certain monastic quality to it. More about that soon.

It occurred to me on Palm Sunday that there is a manic quality to this festival. The mood rapidly elevates and plummets as we cry, "Hosanna! ... Crucify him!" There is a celebration of the Lordship of Jesus, of his joyful entrance into Jerusalem - and foreshadowing of the darkness lurking around the corner. It makes our stomachs turn in anxious anticipation for the setting of the Passover moon; Easter somehow still seems far away.

This was a nice article to read. The third paragraph in particular.


Meet you at Easter.