A Personal Reflection for Holy Week
As I relive the events of Christ’s Passion and death during this holiest of weeks, I am reminded of my journey back home to the Church after a fifteen year absence. The journey began when I was visiting my parents (who lived out of state) during my Easter vacation. They invited me to join them for the liturgical services on Good Friday 1987. I had alienated myself from my faith for many years and my focus was on my career and other worldly matters. I had completely forgotten about the cross – about the deep love that Our Lord has for each one of us and about the promise of new life that He offers us. It’s hard to imagine my life back then – but the only way that I can describe it now is that there was an emptiness, a deep void which needed to be filled. There was a hunger and thirst for the spiritual. I didn’t realize any of this until that week. When we entered my parent’s parish church on Good Friday, their deacon greeted us at the door and expressed so much care and concern for them...