We are just a few hours from the beginning of the Triduum, the three most holy days of Christianity, the days in which we commemorate the passion, death and resurrection of Jesus.
For me, a sort of pall falls over everything during this time. Time kind of stands still… life continues, yet in a more somber, stunned manner. I will continue to see patients tomorrow morning, and I will try to go about my business as needed, but with a different internal experience. The mind and heart will be with Jesus in the dramatic events that marked this time in his life over 2000 years ago.
The Triduum is always a remarkable, though difficult to describe, time of the year.
Tonight we will proclaim the Gospel, wash feet, serve at the altar, recall the institution of the Eucharist by our Lord, distribute the body of Jesus to the faithful, transpose him to a place of repose after having spent time in silent adoration before him exposed for all. Tomorrow we will wake up kind of empty and hungry, read the Passion, venerate the cross, pray for the Church and the world, and be struck by the 3 o’clock hour. Then the silence, the grand silence until a light is lit in the darkness and illuminates the community of faith and the Exultet is sung and the alleluias return.
The great mystery of our faith is about to unfold before our very eyes and within our hearts.
Let us ready ourselves.
