I’m posting this from the place of one of my mentors, and we are going on a retreat of sorts this weekend.
We have been praying the Daily Office and as we begin Maundy Thursday, the psalms chosen for those days take a darker tone, that of lament and penitence. For one who has recently thought about being down in the depths while on the proverbial heights, such texts remind me that I have never been alone in the darkness.
I am grateful to those few who’ve consoled me and who have given me and many others hope. I promised to remember them in a special way today and over the Triduum.
Hopefully those reading this who commemorate such a time as the Great Three Days may find fruit in their time of reflection.
See you this Easter.