Holy Week

Well, it's Palm Sunday. How's your lent been?

As we enter Holy Week, I want to take a moment to reflect on a few things.

Holy Week is sort of an eclectic time for the Church. We celebrate, we dine, we mourn, we don't know what to do with ourselves, and then we celebrate again. This year, which Holy Day resonates with you?

Are you a Palm Sunday person: Do you cheer the triumphant Jesus, entering the city on a stranger's colt, even though he has warned you that he's going to die here? Do you follow the Spirit's advice, even when unsure of the results?
What do we do with this day of celebration, when we know the trials to come?

Or maybe you're a Maundy Thursday person: The meal, the community, the doubting of those you have travelled with. The fear that you are the one accused. The knowledge that you are the one accused.
What do we do with the meal, when we've been accused?

Or Good Friday: Do you deny? Do you follow the crowd along the way, on the fringe, afraid to really join for what others will say, but you can't pull yourself away? Have you done that along the Way? Do you stand at the foot of the cross, watching, waiting? And what do you do in the evening, when all is said and done, but morning, mourning, has yet to strike?
What do we do with a day called "Good" where we only blame ourselves?

And what about Holy Saturday: Do you live in the in-between? Are you resting before the celebration, or are you collapsed after the suffering? 
What do we do with the day Before?