Holy Thursday
Coming home from the mass of the Lord's Supper. Everything seems quiet now. I have walked through the night, praying. A somber atmosphere as I get home - quiet here, too. Now the solemn, quiet time has begun.
And still there is a feeling of spring in the air. A mild night, stirring up memories. The moon big and full in the sky. The hope that lives everywhere, in us, around us, the hope that comes from God, from God Who is always there and has never let us down.
Who gives us the quiet and sad times, but also the joy. The light at the end of the tunnel. The new morning after a long dark night.
The deep breath we can take when relief comes over us.
God Who has walked the hardest way for us and carried all our sins, but was then resurrected, rose again - that also is now, already, in the air. In the mild spring air under the full spring moon. New hope, for a new life. But first, the quiet time.
And still there is a feeling of spring in the air. A mild night, stirring up memories. The moon big and full in the sky. The hope that lives everywhere, in us, around us, the hope that comes from God, from God Who is always there and has never let us down.
Who gives us the quiet and sad times, but also the joy. The light at the end of the tunnel. The new morning after a long dark night.
The deep breath we can take when relief comes over us.
God Who has walked the hardest way for us and carried all our sins, but was then resurrected, rose again - that also is now, already, in the air. In the mild spring air under the full spring moon. New hope, for a new life. But first, the quiet time.