The Holiest Week of the Year

I love this week. I just love it. The air is thick with grace and hope and redemption.

It's Holy Week. The holiest week of the Church year.

The only thing that dampened my fervor this morning was looking out the window and seeing two inches of snow covering the ground...in March...the week before the holiday of springtime and growth and new life. Really, Ohio?

That's okay. Even snow has its symbolism. Purity. Cleansing. Melting. And sparkling in the light...

P. has a priest-friend who is an exorcist. When asked about his schedule for Holy Week and exorcisms, he replied that it's a very light schedule. They've found that there's such an abundance of grace and light during this week that evil seems to cower and hide.

Our God is a God of power and light and victory...this is indeed a week to raise your expectations and open wide your heart to His grace and miracles.

It's also a week to immerse yourself in the events of the last week that Jesus spent on earth before His death. It's a time to enter into the Scriptures and walk with Jesus, to draw so close to Him that we can't help but hear His laughter with the Apostles at the Last Supper, to feel Him shake with anguish in the garden, to see His tears mingle with drops of blood and sweat as He falls yet again under the weight of the cross. And yes. To reverently touch those empty burial clothes and kneel before Him risen as He calls your name so softly and lovingly.

Will you join me this week as we walk with Him? Can we stay beside Him or will we too run away as the disciples did? Will we get too busy in our schedules and routines to take the time to enter into His Passion and Death?

Feel His grace around you. Hear His invitation...Come.

Are you ready? Let's go.