Earlier this week, we sat around our kitchen table as a family and broke the unleavened bread made by Chiara’s faith formation teacher as a Holy Week exercise and gift. As we passed the bread around, we talked about Passover and Jesus and the Last Supper and Eucharist, all the while thinking about how fitting it was that we were doing this as our Jewish neighbors were celebrating their own Passover meal in the house next door. Read more
The beauty and awe of the Mass of the Last Supper is behind us now. We are waiting and watching, trying — perhaps unsuccessfully, like the apostles — to stay awake with the Lord. Tomorrow will bring suffering and pain, and yet tonight, all is quiet, despite the howling winds outside.
“You will not fear the terror of the night
nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the plague that prowls in the darkness
nor the scourge that lays waste at noon.”
— Psalm 91