This afternoon the cross speaks to us as we reiterate the story of his passion. It speaks of the one who suffered and died upon it. Personally, this for me can’t be a day like any other. I sat in church venerating while Fr. Johnathan gave his powerful homily. I was disturbed by the deep and mournful absence - no consecration, no bells, no final blessing. The altar was stripped. The feeling of sitting across an empty tabernacle was depressing. I felt as if the heart of the church had been ripped open and thrown far away. For some people, it’s still customary to turn off the radio, shut off the TV, draw the curtains … and pray. Some may light candles. Others may follow the Way of the Cross or pray the Sorrowful Mysteries of the rosary. It may seem depressing, seeing the church clothed with painful memories of struggle and death, but it opens our minds to find our inner faith.

On this day we celebrated one of the most haunting liturgies in the church. It's proclaimed in the gospel, that when Jesus took in his last breathe, the world literally cracked open. A Mother and Father giving up their only son. The lenten journey is not all about sacrificing, it's about the preparation of the ultimate sacrifice. How are we going to prepare to continue to live in God's image. We were reminded today that it is our faith that was sealed with nails, and splinters, and blood.

To this day, we cannot help but remember what was done for us. As the old spiritual tells us, it causes us to tremble, tremble, tremble. Were you there when they crucified my Lord.

God’s Tear. Taken from the Movie Passion of the Christ.

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