Holy Thursday – Unique Day within Difficult Week

Holy Week is a complex time. I am finally at a place where I can say, without guilt, that it is not my favourite of weeks in the liturgical year. I love Holy Thursday and believe it is the most beautiful and meaningful liturgy of the year. I also rejoice with all others who sing Alleluia on Easter Sunday. Such joy!! However, beginning with Palm Sunday I feel a growing sense of dis-ease. This year I did not recognize it until Tuesday of Holy Week when I realized I was on edge and cranky and definitely not at ease. Isn’t Holy Week supposed to be a week to willingly enter into the events and the spirituality of this special week? Haven’t we all been told that a good Holy Week preparation will enhance the Easter Sunday experience? Isn’t there a piety that should be entered into and experienced during Holy Week? That may be so for some, but for me it is an uncomfortable week, if not difficult. Starting with Palm Sunday where the passion of Jesus, without the happy ending is told full out and complete. The hard part for me is that it begins with a whole group of people, seemingly carried away with group think. The gospel reading for Palm Sunday is a hard story to hear, read and contemplate. It is full of abandonment, betrayal, violence and agony, until Jesus dies. We have moments of reprieve from the violence with the great faith and love of Mary Magdalene and Mary, Jesus' mother.
The daily readings of Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday seem to hold a mirror up to our own souls with each of the disciples who profess to love and follow Jesus only to sell him out or deny him. The disciples who falter in their profession of faith toward Jesus are me! They bring to life our own shadow sides. We intimately know those sides of us, and we know how secret and how buried they are. We know how easily our shadow sides can rise up and surprise us at times and how we wish they did not exist. But they do.
Then comes Holy Thursday and what a relief it is to enter into love. We are not watching our alter egos betray and deny Jesus, and observe Him seemingly responding passively. It is not passive but loving and freeing and inviting. I don’t like it. I prefer to think of myself as faithful and devoted. Yet each reading and each reflection seems to point to where I am not. Holy Thursday brings incomprehensible love and an understanding that Jesus understands and loves us. Loves us …..anyway…. and in spite of. Who cannot love Holy Thursday. We have the key to overcoming our shadow impulses by getting ourselves out of the way and focusing on loving the other. Serving each other and putting their welfare ahead of ours is the key to help our dis-ease.
Thanks to Fran Duffy – for her words and for her photo taken at QHP two years ago.
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