Creation is still.
On days like this, I wish I was a cloistered nun. I wish I could sit for hours, contemplating the vast emptiness of the tabernacle, the open door, and the yawning vacancy within. One needs a few days to comletely internalize the happenings of the past two days; Judas' betrayal, Mary's sorrow and pain, the apostle's fear and confusion, and the mighty hand of God in and through all of it. His awesome justice, and unending mercy.
Waiting and preparation must somehow go hand in hand for Mamas like me today.
The baking and last-minute cleaning, the purchasing of Easter treats and flowers... I have a list a mile long. The deep silence of today and the soul-quenching joy of tomorrow must somehow intermingle and dwell within me today. Such a dichotomy, such irony.
Such is the Way of the Cross.
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1 comment:
Working at home is a great way to spend time contemplating the empty tomb. I find when I'm cleaning the "other people" in my life leave me alone! I need to get the rosary on an iPod!
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