O truly necessary sin of Adam, destroyed completely by the Death of Christ!
O happy fault, that earned for us so great, so glorious a Redeemer! –Easter Vigil Exultet

He is risen, Alleluia!

My goodness! There is nothing like Holy Week, nor the Easter Triduum! I do love it all so much—the liberal use of incense, the solemnity, the richness and diversity in each of the Liturgical celebrations for Holy Thursday, Good Friday, and Holy Saturday. I was able to participate so fully this year! What a gift! I went to my regular parish for the Mass of the Lord’s Supper, Good Friday Stations of the Cross, and the Good Friday Passion of Our Lord celebration. I went to the Vigil on Holy Saturday and morning Mass on Easter Sunday at my parents’ parish. Oh, what grace! Oh, what joy is mine!

Moments like these are in one way most frustrating: they cross mystical boundaries where mere words and speech become inadequate. So as much as I say about any of the liturgies, or my experiences of them, or even just to catch up with all the news that I have so negligently been withholding from my small readership, I will still experience the disappointment of my own insufficient communication. This is, perhaps, the primary reason I love the Latin phrase cor ad cor loquitur—heart speaks to heart—because when our words fail us, there remains a deeper connection that conveys more than our words are able to.

Many apologies for this Long Silence of mine. So much has been happening, what with my week-long experience with the Handmaids, my celebrations of the close of Lent and the Easter season, and the constancy of my daily routine and busy-ness.

It will probably be better if I disperse my reflections on the past few major occurrences over the course of a few blog posts. So for this one, let my message be this:

My Lord is risen, as he promised! He is my hope and my shield. I am so grateful to be able to enter into His life through my own participation in His Cross and (I hope) His Resurrection. We cannot have Easter without Lent, we cannot experience Lent without Easter. All our sadness in remembrance of our own sins, our shortcomings, and the great cost that Christ paid for those sins, must be driven by an undercurrent of joy that never leaves us. Because He lives.

Through Lent, God has reminded me of my weakness, in the best way. He showed me how much I need Him. He showed me His Mercy. And as we just celebrated the feast of Divine Mercy (and the canonization of him who inaugurated this feast for us—St. JP II we love you!), I can praise Him still, and draw ever more deeply into that “treasury of compassion inexhaustible.”

May this Easter season bring newness of life from the Wellspring of Life to you.

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