Yesterday's trip to the monastery for the Holy Thursday Liturgy was wonderful. A friend drove me, so I didn't have to risk driving while still adjusting to Klonopin. I am happy to report that I believe that I can start driving again today!
As I was saying the Office Of Readings this morning I realized that by remembering the agonies Jesus went through, we in some way share them with him. No, I won't be nailed to a tree today, and no one will be wearing a crown of thorns, but just like a person who is suffering in the body, it is some comfort to know that they are not alone, that others are nearby, loving them and praying for them.
It's easy during the Triduum to assume that the God part of Jesus kept him safe. Well, the psalms for this morning make it abundantly clear that it was not the case. If it's just God-Being walking through the passion then there is no passion. The passion comes because the human Jesus had to go through it. We don't even know if he was sure that his own resurrection was come? After all, his last word were practically, "why have you forsaken me?" If that is not a cry on the edge of losing faith, I don't know what is.
So we suffer through this with Jesus. On Sunday the resurrected Christ will appear, until then it's just a single man, with fears, and bowels loosened by terror, yet still going through wtih it because of his faith.
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