Once again, Holy Week is upon us. We are reminded of our own fickleness and indifference toward our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ at the Mass of Palm Sunday of the Lord's Passion, where the joyous cries of
"Hosanna" during the procession do an abrupt 180 degree turn with the tone of the proclamation of the Liturgy of the Word, culminating with our gleeful screams of "Crucify Him" during the proclamation of the Passion narrative. Isn't our consistent inconsistency amazing?
"Hosanna" during the procession do an abrupt 180 degree turn with the tone of the proclamation of the Liturgy of the Word, culminating with our gleeful screams of "Crucify Him" during the proclamation of the Passion narrative. Isn't our consistent inconsistency amazing?
So we now spend the next seven days contemplating what we have done to Him by "my fault, my fault, my most grievous fault". To hopefully aid in that meditation, I offer my very humble thoughts on the "Seven Last Words", the final sentences uttered upon the Cross by the Word made flesh. May they be a source of inspiration to you, either on their own or as a departure to other more eloquent reflections.
His hour has come.
Later today.
Take the time to ponder and wonder.
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