Our Triduum

Mr. Pete and I sang with our complete Music Ministry last night for Holy Thursday. This means that they took both of our choirs and crammed us up in the choir loft. Despite the discomforts of being packed in like a sardine, I did enjoy the camaraderie of my fellow musicians and of course I am always moved by the Eucharistic procession at the end of the mass.

The absence of Christ in the tabernacle on Good Friday is real and palpable. I am always so keenly aware of it when I enter the church. It’s an odd feeling, an uneasiness, a disturbing emptiness. I want to point that out to my children today as we attend the different services today.

At noon my family will be participating in a Family’s Way of the Cross. We represent the 14th station. Even Rosie will be at that one.

At 2:00 we will be there for veneration and memorial. I’m still a little iffy on that one. I want my children to attend. Mr. Pete wants to sing, but that is Rosie’s nap time. I am rather tempted to stay home with her instead of dragging her along and since we have two other flutes, I might just have to do that. It would be a good time for me to just sit in silence and pray the rosary.

Tonight at 6:30 though, I have been invited to play for the Ecumenical service at 7:30. I will be playing in front of members of two Protestant congregations and their choirs and I am looking forward to it.

After that we will watch the Passion of the Christ which is becoming a new Good Friday tradition. I wish all of you a grace filled Good Friday.

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