easter, Good Friday, grief

It’s All Holy Week

I wrote this post a year ago. I think my assumption then is true since it applies again this year… it’s all Holy Week. I’ve made some adaptations for our current context, otherwise it’s the same post from 2019.


It’s Holy Week. And I’m feeling it, deeply. I’m feeling the tension and the betrayal and the fear. I’m feeling the despair and hope and wonder. There’s a lot held in these seven days. It dawned on me today: these seven days are our life. It’s all Holy Week. 

It’s all Holy Week

It’s all there in those seven days…
Betrayal by a close companion.
A meal of bread and wine.
Tears of agony.
Pure exhaustion.
Loyalty beyond death.
Fear for what’s to come.
Confusion and mistrust.
Desperate pleas for a different ending.
Intimate moments of compassion.
Speaking the truth; denying the truth.
Deep, deep grief.
Severe physical pain.
Unending love.
Friends gathered together.
Prayers of thanksgiving.
Fear of being included; fear of being excluded.
Accusations and pointing fingers.
Learning new rituals.

Can you imagine what this week was like for them thousands of years ago? They didn’t know how the story would end. They didn’t know what was coming next. They were living it moment by moment — living in the midst, you might say. We have the benefit of knowing the full story — they did not. 

The story doesn’t end here

Yes, I know Holy Week isn’t the end of the story… Easter comes next. But then what? Come Monday morning we’re still sheltering in place. The diagnosis is still there. The anxiety is not gone. The spinning of the mind and the ache of the belly still continue on. It may not always feel as intense as this week, but I’m coming to realize Holy Week never ends. It’s all Holy Week. 

Especially now. 

I don’t want to be pessimistic about it. I’m not saying life is always hard — but I do think it’s important to acknowledge that life is hard. Acknowledging that doesn’t make me less joyful or grateful, but it does help me recognize the fullness, the wholeness of life. 

There were beautiful moments during Holy Week — some I can practice now, others I cannot. Moments like gathering loved ones around the table for a special meal or caring for the physical body of a friend. Moments like being in relationship with God and speaking the truth in love. 

Living in the tension

I think Holy Week teaches us to live in and be okay with the tension. To hold in one hand the heart wrenching diagnosis of a friend and in the other pure joy at the warm sun on my face. To hold in one hand the future of infertility and in the other gratitude for a new baby born a few weeks ago. To hold in one hand the grief I feel over not being with my family and in the other laughter while talking on the phone. To hold in one hand “Hosanna!” and in the other “Crucify him!” 

As waves of grief have come over me this week, I’m feeling called to live into that tension. To being okay with not being okay. To laugh when laughing is right. To cry when crying is right. To letting myself feel what I need to feel, say what I need to say, and in all of that live fully into who I am. 

Let’s be gentle with each other this week. Perhaps, every week. 

peace.

its all holy week

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