Palm Sunday

The Faithful Recall the Passion of Our Lord

Palm Sunday, we begin with such celebration as we recall the triumphal entrance of Jesus into Jerusalem.  Quickly though, we enter into the solemnity of this Mass, as we hear the reading of our Lord’s Passion, a reading that brings chills to me whether I read it silently to myself or hear it delivered as a Reader’s Theater as it was shared today.  I have been graced by a profound Lenten journey this year and now I prepare myself spiritually for the anniversary of the Washing of the Feet and special recollection of Holy Orders, the Veneration of the Cross,  time spent in the garden with Jesus, the Holy Stations of the Cross, the Holy Sacrifice through our Lord’s Crucifixion and finally, the Baptism of the Catechumens, the Rite of Initiation for the Elect and Catechumens, the renewal of marriage vows and the sharing and celebration of the Easter Resurrection.  It is such a beautiful journey…full of heart ache and of celebration.  I am grateful and filled with anticipation!

Tomorrow evening we join the Bishop at St. Mary’s Cathedral for the Chrism Mass.

The Holy Oils are removed from the cabinet, in order that they be replenished during the Chrism Mass tomorrow evening.

Writing is a struggle against silence. Carlos Fuentes

Wednesday Afternoon: The Tree of Life

It may seem that this project has been going forever, but that’s ok.  Very gradually the branches of the tree are reaching up to the outside edges…the bubbles are being developed with layers of paint and the angels are one-by-one embellished with marks that create a bridge with the background.  Today was the first day that I felt as though this major project is almost completed.  I have really enjoyed having Marilyn join me on my afternoons in the St. Anne’s room.

 

I felt excited as we worked this afternoon…time flew and everything seemed freeing where the paint was concerned.  As a result, I left the church later than I had planned.  I was looking forward to the Confirmation this evening, of 90 grade six students.  I’ve been keeping a number of those students in my heart and prayers as I’ve painted on the wall this past month.  Their names are on the wall.