The Triduum, “three days”, are upon us.
I’ve been caught in the quagmire that is this week: for some
people, this is a time of holiday, some free time to do extra things around the
yard, visit family, hunt for candy-filled eggs. For my Jewish friends in Texas
(and other places, surely), it’s a time to remember that some holidays are more
observed, more understood, more accommodated than others—Passover being one of
the “less so” around here. And for us who observe Holy Week that leads to
Easter, it is a time of reflection, a time set-apart, a time intended to be
different from other Time. There are rituals and rhythms unlike other times of
the year, feelings and questions unique to the holiness of this week.
And I am reminded that part of the call to holiness is that
we pray on behalf of others who are not praying, observe the days for those who
are not able or allowed to observe or practice for a variety of reasons, many
beyond their control. I am not the type to get annoyed by or angry with those
who are not doing what I am doing these three holy days; rather, when I am
weary, those “others” are precisely for whom I must take the next step on the
labyrinth, listen to one more last word of Christ from the cross, and wait, and
wait, keeping vigil in the silence of the unknown. I do not believe Christ died
to take away my sins, but rather that
all of Jesus’ birth, life, death, and
resurrection are God’s way of reconciling all of creation. Indeed, the “work”
we do these three days is holy, walking alongside what God is doing in Christ
Jesus, for the sake of the world.
Blessed Triduum to all (and, since I probably won’t write on
Sunday—Happy Easter, too!)
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