An excerpt from my retreat prayer journal, which feels appropriate to Holy Saturday

I went to pray, and started the walk to calvary. I began as a silent observer, but when I gazed at the crown of thorns I felt the tickling sensation of blood across my brow, and as he fell for the third time I felt the weight on my shoulders and I tried to give him my strength so he could rise, but I had none, and then Simon took the bar and the heaviness lifted, and I stumbled on.

And then the sacrament was brought out of the tabernacle and instantly I was John, standing at the foot of the cross, Mary beside me. ( Read more... )