The coming week promises to try my spirit. For the first time in more than a decade, I won’t spend several days during Holy Week walking into church services.
In past years, I’ve written about my adoration for Maundy Thursday and the message of promise I drew after last year’s Holy Week pyre consumed Notre-Dame de Paris. I did not think Holy Week circumstances could be more somber. I was wrong.
Not only is the world in turmoil, but for the first time it has broached the refuge of peace I find within my parish walls.
