The Holy Cross Blog

Holy Week usually comes at a time when one is pretty well heartbroken anyway, with the ground coming out of its winter cold and damp and the buds on the trees swelling even while everything might still look just like winter all around it. The miracle of new life, even the basic Spring version, has something mysterious, almost tragic, about it. When you add to that a story of torture and death, the best thing we ever knew taken from us by treachery and consigned to darkness, it’s almost overwhelming.