(photo by Brandi Sims)
I really don’t want to spoil the gravity of this night with too many words, so I’ll be brief.
This Triduum, I’ve been struck by the way Our Lord abandoned himself in total trust to the will of the Father as he began to give his life for the world. From the lips of the perfect man come “let this cup pass” and “my God, my God, why have you forsaken me” while under the crushing weigh of sorrow and dread. But, from the same lips, come “not my will, but thine” and “Father, into your hands I commend my spirit” in perfect trust and faith.
In our own dark nights when our lesser cups of suffering are set before us and we feel abandoned by all, even God, may he grant us the grace to make those latter words of Christ our own.
David Bennett
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