March 15, 2015 – From Sr. Barbara Wincik
As the deer longs for streams of water, so my soul thirsts for you, O God. Psalm 42:1
The journey of Holy Week is near. Imagine being in the crowd as Jesus comes into view. What would you do, say, or feel? Would you be caught in the crowd waving palms and shouting Hosanna? If you were able to look into Jesus eyes what would you see? And put yourself at the table at the Last Supper, what would you observe or would you be caught up in the chatter and the meal? And on Good Friday where would you be? How would you feel? Then the quiet of Holy Saturday …
For some of us it is hard to imagine what persecution and barbaric death is like. The images are dreadful and staying with the images is too painful and fearful. And we ask where God is in this suffering just as Jesus asked. The feeling of being abandoned is overwhelming. And yet maybe in the silence of Holy Saturday we begin to get a glimpse of the hope that resides in the suffering. Those who feel the hope come together in community to talk about the happenings, to remember and then to catch a glimpse of life in another form, feeling that life unfolding deep within. And the mystery continues.
