Here in Iowa, we’re enjoying a heat wave today. Especially the students, I think. Happy shouts from below punctuate the silence in my office. One group of young people had a wading pool filled and were chilling. Meanwhile, the most serious days of the Christian faith are nearly upon us. Sunset marks the end of Lent. Three Days beckon.
Inside, we’re prepared for Holy Thursday in my parish. The oils are ready for procession, the day chapel ready for the Eucharist, the tabernacle emptied and candle extinguished, musicians rehearsed, extra procession people notified, vessels and basins for washing feet–all ready. I always have a tingle that I’ve forgotten something important.
I’ve had a very difficult Lent–one of those times I harbor a wish that it will bear fruit in the future because it seems sorely dry from the perspective of the present. I have nothing profound or significant to say, except to wish you readers a prayerful Triduum. Perhaps we can take guidance from the apostle Paul, grateful for what is handed on to us in faith:
Brothers and sisters:
I received from the Lord what I also handed on to you,
that the Lord Jesus, on the night he was handed over,
took bread, and, after he had given thanks,
broke it and said, “This is my body that is for you.
Do this in remembrance of me.”
In the same way also the cup, after supper, saying,
“This cup is the new covenant in my blood.
Do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of me.”
For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup,
you proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes.
God keep us all in the days ahead.