Friday, April 18, 2014
I've never understood the desire to give or receive cheap grace.
Why would a priest want to cheapen the understanding of our sacred ritual memorializing the institution of the priesthood?
Those of us who mystically pray literally take flight to the time and place of Christ. On Holy Thursday, to the moment Christ ordained His first priests.
What a moment and a gift it is to be taken there.
They have cheapened it to a moment where we are watching them be nice.
Instead of transcendence and mystical prayer, the objective now is to have people in the pews think about how nice they are to give twelve people a pedicure. Another time and moment when we're robbed of intimacy with Christ.
It's like showing up for Mass and having the priest load me on a bus and sing Old McDonald Had a Farm on the way to Kentucky Fried Chicken.
I don't get it.
I don't want to get it.
Look where this unfortunate soul went with it.
(Is she Episcopalian now?)
I used to grit my teeth through the larceny on this Holy night and watch their show.
I can't do it anymore.
To find peace, I check out. I've always brought reading material to try take flight myself to this sacred moment. This year, a friend gave me a Maryknoll Missal. I cherish it. It's like an express ticket to intimacy with Christ and the Communion of Saints.
This girl is never going for the pedicure Thursday ride again.
My Triduum is off to a magnificent start. I sat with the True Relic for an hour today, 1/4 inch from Christ's Cross. What a gift. (n.b. Don't forget about the Divine Mercy Novena which began today - many graces always come from it)
Blessed Triduum to each of you. Pray for me. I am praying for you and yours.