Holy week gives me the opportunity to feel grief
While waiting for my daughter to be born 22 years ago I found myself in the local church. We had gone over her due date and I felt after 9 months I could wait no longer. I became totally preoccupied with her birth that it was like the saying, ‘A watched clock never moves’.
I had to get out and walk and on the walk, I found myself in the church. Her birth came in early April so although Easter is not set we are either celebrating it or getting ready for it. Whatever way since then I found myself in church in the week leading up to Good Friday and Easter Sunday.
It was only in recent years that I realised that each day of the last week of Jesus's life is recorded in the Gospels.
If Christmas is about beginnings Easter is about endings. I believe there is a universal reach in the story of Jesus's death as most of us have experienced if not the death of someone close the grief of those things that we hoped for that either ended or never happened. For reasons of my life, I can touch my own grief quickly.
So tonight I made my way to the Cathedral as maybe someone made their way to the Temple in Jerusalem in 40AD, both of us looking for what we didn’t know.
Below is a Youtube recording of tonight’s service.