It’s Maundy Thursday today and if life were normal I would be going to church this evening for one of my favourite services of the year. The week would have begun with the joyful celebration of Palm Sunday, but also the reading of the Passion narrative in preparation for the week to come. As it happens DH and I have spent the last two Easters in the far north of Scotland, so this would have been the first time for a while that I had celebrated Holy Week with my friends in Wales.
There would have been small, quiet services on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday evening and this evening the celebration of a very special communion service followed by a silent vigil. Tomorrow there will be the deeply reflective commemoration of the Crucifixion followed by the hiatus that is Easter Eve and then the glory of Easter Day.
All of these are meant to be celebrated in company – Christians coming together to be part of the most important week of the Christian year and before this week I could never have imagined how much I would miss being part of it all. I feel rootless and cast adrift, thrown back on my own resources and not liking the experience and what it tells me of my own inadequacies.
As it is I am taking enormous comfort and sustenance from the many blogs I follow which are marking the passage of Holy Week with art, music and very thoughtful meditations and I’d like to say a big thank-you to all of them. I shall never take the company of others for granted again.
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