There I was, thinking about how it’s already Holy Week…..
and I hadn’t even given it much thought.
I hadn’t contemplated the bread and the wine….
I hadn’t kept watch in the garden….
I hadn’t walked the Via Dolorosa.
There I was, thinking that Easter was creeping up on me
and that I might miss it this year.
I was wrong.
I have been experiencing Easter Life to the full.
Here I am, witness to life bursting forth from the dark womb.
Here I am, staying awake into the night to watch and pray.
Here I am, washing the feet of my daughter, serving her needs.
Here I am, holding in my very hands life — downy soft, sweet smelling life.
Indeed, this has been the holiest of Holy Weeks.
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When I was a freshman in college, I spent part of a semester living in a two-person dorm room with two other people. That makes three people (I told you I went to college) in a little bitty space. We had a triple-decker bunk bed and I got the top, which was about twelve inches from the ceiling. We all got along just fine, but after a while, it got a little cramped. Having two roommates was an interesting experience but not one I’d care to repeat.