Wednesday: Holy Week

It was now about noon, 

and darkness came 

over the whole land until three in the afternoon because of an eclipse of the sun. 

Then the veil of the temple 

was torn down the middle.
Jesus cried out in a loud voice, 

“Father, into your hands 

I commend my spirit.”
And when he had said this he breathed his last.

Luke 23:44-46

When life is dark because of loss, disappointment, discouragement, hurt, and failure, look to the light.  If it is too dark, cling to the memory of light. If even memories of light will not come forth, the light of God’s love is held in the hands and hearts of those who care deeply about us. Sometimes God’s eternal love is the only source of peace.

In the Love of Jesus,

Father LennyZamborsky
April 30, 2006

For Reflection:

For many years, some of us came together on this night for a prayer service with roots in the very early Church, called Tenebrae, meaning shadowy darkness. It seemed that the entire world stood still, as if standing watch at the tomb of Jesus throughout the night, with not a single spark from the Light of Christ.

 With readings from Scripture and from related readings from the pens of writers past and present, along with tender hymns, and lots of candles, we contemplated the darkness in the world before Jesus became Man, and the darkness at the moment of his death on the Cross.

We prepared to once again celebrate the Easter Mysteries, and the Light of Christ that glowed strongly on that first Easter morning and always and forever since. What a lovely way to be invited into the Triduum.