Part of me feels heavy with anticipation of Good Friday. The Passion always makes me hang my spiritual head low. All is His pain and suffering and loneliness.
Part of me feels light and giddy with anticipation for Easter. The Easter Vigil Mass is my favorite Mass of the whole year. The joy is hard to contain. I want to bust at the seams trying to hold it in until Saturday.
The dichotomy, the opposites, the friction, the paradox—the Paschal Mystery—death transforms into life, sorrow into joy, loss into victory. I want to sing the Good News with a loud Alle…! But not yet. 🙂