The tomb is sealed. The world recoils at the horror that has just occurred. Grief and uncertainty cover the day like a thick winter blanket. Perhaps this is a familiar place for you, dear mother—where silence stops you in your tracks and a patient, aching hope vies for your attention. Let us rest together in
Good Friday is here, dear mothers. And what a weight and burden is this day! The heaviness of sin and the sufferings of the Son of God torment and convict. We identify with our Blessed Mother as she watches her son walk the way of the cross to redeem us from the fires of hell,
He set a table with attention to detail and tradition. He rolled up his sleeves and bent over road-worn feet with basin and towel. He broke bread with intimate companions and raised eyes to heaven in thanksgiving. Then, he held the cup of blessing and spoke of blood, a new and everlasting covenant, remembrance. His
One of the Twelve, who was called Judas Iscariot, went to the chief priests and said, ‘What are you willing to give me if I hand him over to you?’ They paid him thirty pieces of silver, and from that time on, he looked for an opportunity to hand him over (Mt 26:14-16). Today is
The tomb is full. The stone rolled into place. The earth has gasped, recoiling in horror at the brutal death of the Son of God. Creation is still. This is the day I wish I was a cloistered nun. I long to just sit for hours on end contemplating the vast emptiness of the tabernacle,
In the sacred space of today, wherein we contemplate the Passion and death of Christ, paradox comes easily and beckons our attention. We see it in the one-week-old cheers that have turned to jeers, “Crucify him! Crucify him!” We see it again in Pilot’s scrutiny when he concludes with, “What is truth?” while letting the lie
Today begins the Triduum, the solemn and beautiful three days that lead us through the Last Supper, the stages of the Passion, and ultimately to the glorious Resurrection of our Lord. Regardless of how productive or successful we feel our Lent has been, these three days are a beautiful opportunity to reflect on the reality
Somehow, we have already made it to Palm Sunday. Perhaps your Lent has been long, full of suffering and even forced hardship, or perhaps it has gone too quickly, and you feel you have failed to really enter into this penitent season. Wherever you find yourself this final Sunday in Lent, you can be assured