I *love* the Octave of Easter. I love being in this moment where we are reminded of the power and glory of our Lord, and when all the daily readings remind us that he sent his apostles--our first priests--out into the world with his message of Truth. Though it's a hard lesson--one that is firmly rooted in the suffering of the cross--it is a joy and a delight. Over and over, from Holy Week through Pentecost, we are reminded of how Jesus established his Church, gave it the protection of the Spirit, and relied on the self-sacrificing assent of so many good men.
Thank your priests as often as you can: though we toil in diapers, menu-planning and sibling bickering, they are toiling for all of us. There's a lot of bickering, crap and food-planning in parish work, too! We're helping a few souls make it to heaven; they've got parking lots full to be responsible for. I don't think we can thank them enough for that.
I'm so glad that the good Lord didn't leave us on our own to figure things out. I'm so glad that it isn't just me alone in the world with Him so distant that I can barely fathom Him. He's right there--up close and personal--waiting and keeping us close.
Every time we walk through the Triduum--especially the Masses--I'm reminded that he sacrificed Himself not a little. He opened Himself up wholly for us. He spent Himself on the cross for wretched, perverse humanity, and He continues to spend Himself all the time seeking us, waiting for us . . . it's such a little bit that He asks from us. A little trust: a little openness to his grace . . . He even does the rest of the work for us. His yoke is so easy!
In the wake of His great work, we get to bask in his victory and glory. He did the work: we get the prize. When we are reminded of it, how can we not wait in joyful hope? I stay close and wait for my time to go home, and beg His graces to be His faithful servant until I do.
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