The music, the lessons of the death and resurrection, the prayers, The Passion of the Christ, the tears....have left me hollowed out.
Which is perhaps the best way to be filled with the joy of Resurrection Sunday, after the mournful wait of Holy Saturday.
We must see, in our souls, what was given for us.
We must try and grasp the cost.
Taste the sorrow, the anguish.
My Lord and my God, that You should love me so.
Oh, the heaviness of this day and the morrow. The grief-laced waiting. The tender heart. The quaking soul.
But Sunday is coming.
Which is perhaps the best way to be filled with the joy of Resurrection Sunday, after the mournful wait of Holy Saturday.
We must see, in our souls, what was given for us.
We must try and grasp the cost.
Taste the sorrow, the anguish.
My Lord and my God, that You should love me so.
Oh, the heaviness of this day and the morrow. The grief-laced waiting. The tender heart. The quaking soul.
But Sunday is coming.
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