Triduum Begins

Tonight, los ninos and I went to Holy Thursday Mass. It was intensely moving. Intensely is not a word I use lightly. I mean it*was*in*tense*

I don't know how the men whose feet were washed held it together.

I don't know who wouldn't have been startled as the usual 3 bells were replaced by loud claps of wood.

I just don't know a lot about how other people receive the mystery of these three days.

I do know I've spent far too many years stiffling my reaction to it.

Guess it would be wise for me to wear a really long mantilla or scarf and bring a couple of handkerchiefs to the Good Friday service and the march in silence that follows it.