The Gospel was preached even to the dead
AMDG I, a soul rejoicing, to you, my brothers and sisters in Christ: Hallelujah! Happy Easter!! Oh glorious day. How blessed we are! Although life has been rocky, my Lent has been okay. This year, as with last year, I’ve avoided challenging penances, which I’ve discovered are more distracting and stressful than helpful. The result is a Lent which is no more or less prayerful, but an Easter which finds me less exhausted and less consumed by the return to normal practice. Rather, I find that the readings at daily mass guide my spirit to the mood I associate with Lent, and by the end of 40 days I am in a somber place, ready for that vivid crescendo into the resurrection. This week I was blessed to be required to attend my own parish’s Holy Thursday observance. Instead of the rather fun and prayerful pilgrimage I wanted to make in the city, I attended a 7 PM mass followed by adoration. Along with two sisters, I chose to keep watch with the tabernacle, set up in our community room, with...