An hour in the garden as the Passion begins

Could you not watch an hour with me?

Could you not watch an hour with me?

Tonight the Triduum began. I almost didn’t go to Holy Thursday Mass. But at the last minute I jumped up, got dressed and drove on over to join my fellow parishioners as we celebrated the Institution of the Eucharist. The Lord blessed me tonight. I’m so glad I decided to go. Or, rather, that He started whispering in my ear that I’d wish I’d gone if I stayed at home.

I stayed for adoration afterward. The altar is stripped tonight and the Blessed Sacrament is moved from the main altar to the “altar of repose”. The tabernacle door is left open, exposing the emptiness within. On this night Judas has betrayed his Savior and the guards have come with clubs and swords and spears, rope and chains to bind and drag good, gentle Jesus away. Mass ends, His Passion begins.

Most of the congregation stays a few minutes, then people clear out. Only a handful of disciples remain with Him. The air conditioner is on high. Incense hangs heavy in the air. I’m shivering and my lungs are screaming for me to get out of there. But I don’t. I stay. Just a little longer, a little more. I look at my Lord installed on His Throne in His Kingdom, hanging on the Cross, nothing but a simple cloth around him, arms spread wide, vulnerable, not complaining, not afraid for Himself.

I stay. Just a little while, a little longer. My lungs grow calmer, calm. The cold bothers me less. I feel it but I feel His eyes on me, making my suffering seem like nothing, nothing to bother about.

And I think to myself, to Him: If all this isn’t true, then nothing matters. If all this is true…

Nothing else matters.

I hope you find some time during this most holy time to spend some quiet moments with the Lord, listening, keeping Him company. I hope He blesses you the way He has blessed me. I pray that He will grant you grace and graces. Peace be with you, the peace of Christ be to you, now, today. Always. Amen.


About Disciple

I am a pro-life activist, blogger, writer, poet, singer songwriter, musician, photographer, nerd, bookworm and Mac fan. I have two dogs, one of whom is well-travelled. (I had three for a while after adopting a senior dog, but he has now passed away, and the pack is back to two girl dogs. One was born after, the days of mammoth road trips.) And the most important thing is: I was received into Holy Mother Church in 1996 and, through the grace of God, I love Christ and His Church more with every passing day. Thanks be to God!
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