“May Christ, who has already defeated death and opened for us the way to eternal salvation, dispel the darkness of our suffering humanity and lead us into the light of His glorious day.”
For most of the years of our marriage there have been small children and with the rare extenuating circumstance, we have always brought the whole gang to Mass on Sunday. However for Holy Week, given the usual time of the services and our desire to really enter into them, Tricia and I have adopted a "divide and conquer" strategy. In describing it to others, I would usually say, "I do Holy Thursday. Tricia does Good Friday, and we flip a coin for the Vigil." This year, we finally were able to participate together in the entire Triduum, albeit virtually. "I never do Good Friday," I remarked with gratitude to my kids. With a quick-witted, ever increasing tweenage snark, my oldest responded, "Pretty sure Jesus did Good Friday, Dad."
Later in the day, as I reflected upon all the small sacrifices that we’ve been forced to make because of this pandemic, I couldn’t get Annie’s simple retort out of mind. Yes, I can accept my mini crosses, but do I give thanks first that He accepted THE cross? Yes, I can die to self in what I can’t have or can’t do. But do I realize that with His death, my call really is to rise? I can be more, give more, in glory to the One who divided the light from the darkness and the One who conquered death forever. In these weeks to come, let’s rise past ourselves to rise closer to Him. After all, tis the season.
Blessings on you and yours this Easter Season!