So I have not been keeping up with my blog this April since the start of the Holy Week. I had to report to work from Holy Monday to Holy Wednesday, and ensure that I had everything queued in the pipeline to make way for the 5-day long weekend. In addition to this, April happens to be the busiest month in our business calendar because this is the financial year-end of our client. Needless to say, we had to make it a point to have most (if not all) online and print publications earn in April.
My family has never planned an out-of-town trip or a weekend getaway during the Holy Week. I grew up believing that Holy Week means making time for God. A time of reflection and renewal of faith and spiritual being. When we were younger, we were not even allowed to watch on TV nor play music. It was actually a time for spring cleaning, a penitence in our own ways. We would even participate on church activities during Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and Black Saturday. A priest and a family friend once said,
You see to it that you attend to all nine Novena masses in preparation for the Birth of Jesus. Why not give the same level of commitment during the Lenten Season with only three days to complete? Is it because the mood is not as merry as in the Christmas Season? Come to think of it.
Rev. Fr. Gerry has a point, and it’s completely unnecessary to elaborate on that one.
We didn’t get to participate in last year’s church activities because that was the time when we didn’t have anyone else to look after my grandfather while we’re gone. This year we had all means to take part in the Veneration of the Cross, Siete de Palabras (Seven Last Words), Easter Vigil Mass, and 2-hour processions. You know it’s summer time here in the Philippines, but I’ve always associated the Holy Week with extremely hot weather. This becomes more evident usually in the afternoon of Good Friday, about the same time that Christ died on the cross. I’ve noticed this trend over the years, and so did Mom. It may just be a coincidence, but who knows? It may be God’s way of making us feel how Christ felt at the time of His suffering.
More than anything, this Lenten Season was an avenue in offering our sacrifice for the blessings we have received in the past year despite all unfortunate circumstances that came into our lives. It’s our family’s gesture in acknowledging everything we got that we thought we didn’t even deserve.