Easter: From Darkness to Light

This whole past Holy Week was an unusual experience for me personally.  If I may, light  I’d like to share bits of it with you.

Wednesday is what we call Tenebrae here at St. Francis.  We have a service beginning with Light–7 candles which one by one- as different readings are shared- are snuffed out and just a bit more darkness suffuses the church space.  The readings concentrate on the horrid  sufferings of our world today.

Finally the last candle is blown out, the huge bang clangs out, and it makes everyone jump who isn’t expecting it.  This is the rending of the temple–a climatic point which officially starts the journey of the Triduum–Thursday, Friday, Saturday and then gloriously… Easter breaks forth.

Holy Thursday we washed each other’s feet in a sign of humility.  It is a moment to express service, gift of self to the other person and to the community.

On Good Friday, the Passion was read with breaks as symbols of the passion found room under and around the cross.  The whole service spoke LOVE and HOPE beyond death.

Easter services exploded with LIGHT.  Jesus the Light of the World broke boundaries, reached into the hearts of people on the margins, shored each of us up with HOPE and JOY.

Perhaps the death of my brother Den brought such added sentiment to all these journey marks of Jesus and of each of our lives…I don’t know for sure, but I’m happy and grateful.