A turning point in my travel down Canterbury road included walking through Holy Week. As a clergy person now, it can be an exhausting week. But walking faithfully through the week allows me to fully enter in the joy of Easter.
Why focus on this story of Thursday-Saturday? Days devoid of victory, of shredded hopes, of drained goodness. For me, it helped me see that the healing of the world is achieved in this way, and only this way, and in no other way. The weight of the world’s evil—my evil—is set on Thursday, experienced on Friday, crushed on Saturday. Walking the rest of the Triduum prepared me for the joy of Easter Sunday.
