Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, Holy Saturday, and Easter Sunday.
Maundy Thursday: friend.
Some years I find myself pausing on Maundy Thursday… Maundy Thursday, the day of the betrayal of Jesus, the day of his arrest, the beginning of the end…
Maundy Thursday, the day when Jesus welcomed his friends and ate and drank with them.
Bread: “This is my body given for you.”
Wine: “This is the blood of a new covenant”
Some years I need to pause on Maundy Thursday and remember that when Jesus welcomed his friends and ate and drank with them he welcomes me.
Good Friday: forgiveness.
Some years I find myself pausing on Good Friday…Good Friday, we call it good, but it was anything but good. The ultimate betrayal of a good man..THE good man. Compassion, love, mercy, kindness, goodness, gentleness were all traits of his character. And yet he was met with hatred. They crucified the Prince of Peace. They stood around his cross and mocked him. “If you’re the saviour of the world come down from that cross and save yourself.”
Good Friday, the day when Jesus looked upon those who had rejected, betrayed, denied, mocked, beaten, and crucified, and said, “Father, forgive them for they do not know what they are doing.”
Some years I need to pause on Good Friday and hear the words of Jesus, “Father, forgive…”
Holy Saturday: mystery
Some years I find myself pausing on Holy Saturday…Holy Saturday, the day after and the day before. The day when hope was lost. The day before hope arose. The day when questions abound. The day when I just don’t know anymore… I’m not sure I believe anymore… Everything has become a fog and I just don’t know…
Some years I need to pause on Holy Saturday because the questions are overwhelming and the easy answers just don’t resonate anymore.
Easter Sunday: love
Some years I find myself pausing on Easter Sunday. Easter Sunday…when Mary went early to the tomb, and finding it open and empty begins to weep. She turns and pleads with the gardener, “tell me where you have put him.” In her surprise, and shock, and fear, and disappointment, she misses the greatest reality…
Jesus speaks her name, “Mary”
Some years I need to pause on Easter Sunday and, amid the confusion of my spiritual journey, amongst the questions, doubts, and fears, I need to hear my name. That one word, my name, spoken with the greatest love, changes everything.
*Empty Cross Commission For A Monastery : Ulrich De Balbian