Sunday, April 1, 2012

Entering Into Holy Week

And so it begins... the week that changed everything for everyone of us. Holy Week begins with Jesus' triumphant entry into Jerusalem. He enters this city to joyful shouts of Hosanna. Five days from now, He will leave it, carrying the weight of our sins, to the hateful shouts of Crucify Him!
But between these two events, the Master still has more to teach those who follow Him. He still has more He wishes to share with them. On Thursday, He will share the meal He has so desired to share with them. One last Passover with His closest friends and followers. In washing their feet, He will teach them and us what it means to follow Him, and what it means to serve, not only Him, but others as well. For as He has done for them and for us, we are to do for each other.
I often wonder what it must have been like for the Apostles, Mary Magdalen and Our Lady during this first Holy Week. What were their thoughts, their fears, their prayers? Our Blessed Mother shared every part of Her Son's Passion with Him. The Apostles and Magdalen, well they were still human beings with sinful and fallen natures. They needed Our Lady and her strength to live this week that Jesus had told them of several times in the course of His ministry. Yes, He spoke of it, but they just couldn't seem to wrap their hearts and heads around it.
I am very much like the Apostles and Magdalen. I too need Our Lady to walk these steps with Jesus. Walking with her, I know just where those steps will lead. I will find myself with her next to Jesus as He prays in the Garden of Gethsemane, is scourged at the pillar, crowned with thorns, embraces His Cross and is then nailed to it. I will find myself next to Our Lady, John and Magdalen standing beneath His Cross as I shed tears of sorrow for my sins and gratitude for His gift to me of salvation and eternal life with Him.
And all I know is there is no where else I want to be.

5 comments:

Caroline said...

Karinann,

Only after I came home to the church did I learn of how our Blessed Mother shared every bit of her Son's passion. I have so much to learn through her suffering.
Thank you for this beautiful word picture of how you will be with her next to her Son -- all the way to the cross.
There's no where else I want to be either.
Blessings and +

Colleen said...

Amen. Thank you for such a beautiful reflection. I agree. There's nowhere else I would rather be. God bless.

Victor S E Moubarak said...

A Blessed Holy Week to you and yours.

God bless.

Karinann said...

Thanks Caroline, Colleen and Victor. A blessed Holy Week to all of you as well.

Patricia said...

Beautiful thoughts, Karin. And I too wish to join you and the others with Our Lady, our Mother, as we journey to the foot of the Cross.

Even 2000 years later, it all seems so real as we prepare throughout Lent, and then enter into Holy Week. I love the Church! We are so blessed.

May you be blessed, dear Karin, and have a grace-filled Holy Week and Most Joyous Easter!

Love,
Patricia

Closing Prayer

Psalm 45: Canticle of Love to the King

My heart overflows with a good theme;
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
You are fairer than the sons of men;
Grace is poured upon Your lips;
Therefore God has blessed You forever.

Gird Your sword on Your thigh, O Mighty One,
In Your splendor and Your majesty!
And in Your majesty ride on victoriously,
For the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness;
Let Your right hand teach You awesome things.
Your arrows are sharp;
The peoples fall under You;
Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.

Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;
A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness;
Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You
With the oil of joy above Your fellows.
All Your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;
Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made You glad.
Kings’ daughters are among Your noble ladies;
At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.