Back during the first week of Advent, us Wozniaks were exploring the jaunts of St. Benedict. The first place that we visited was the Monasterio di San Benedetto in Subiaco. This is the sight of the Sacro Speco - the Sacred Cave of St. Benedict. Below is the picture of the building that was attached to the side of Subiaco, a mountain. We explored through winding halls with chapels attached along the way. It is a place that by its construction and air demands sacred silence. Benedict is definitely present there. We were in hot pursuit - in silence- of the Sacro Speco. Gracie and I stopped off in one of the chapels. In a whisper, I asked Gracie, "why do you think that St. Benedict wanted to pray in a cave?" She responded, "I guess he wanted to be closer to Jesus in the tomb."
Fast forward to the Triduum - the Liturgy that begins on Holy Thursday with the Celebration of the Last Supper and ends on Holy Saturday with the Easter Vigil. Holy Thursday Gracie asked, "Is this the day Jesus washes feet?" Good Friday, "This is the day we kiss the crucifix." And for the Easter Vigil, with much excitement, "This is the day Jesus turns on the lights!" While she was looking forward with a delightful anticipation, when we got to church for the Vigil that anticipation turned to restless anxiety.
"Mom, it's very dark in here." "I know where the light switches are, can I please go turn on the lights." "Jesus can't turn on the lights, he isn't even here." "When are the lights going to come on." "Mommy, I am scared."
We were in the thick of the Triduum Journey. There we were in the dark. We were in the tomb with Jesus. I imagine that the delightful anticipation turned restless anxiety is much of what the apostles must have felt in those Triduum Days. Gracie was feeling it. I was privileged to observe it. Once again, she is my teacher.
On May 10, Gracie received her First Eucharist. I am positive that through the Triduum experience that Jesus was preparing her for this most special moment. As this Easter Season draws to a close, I am deeply aware of the new life that Christ Jesus gives us each day through the wonders and musings of our children. We just have to be poised to listen.
"Mom, it's very dark in here." "I know where the light switches are, can I please go turn on the lights." "Jesus can't turn on the lights, he isn't even here." "When are the lights going to come on." "Mommy, I am scared."
We were in the thick of the Triduum Journey. There we were in the dark. We were in the tomb with Jesus. I imagine that the delightful anticipation turned restless anxiety is much of what the apostles must have felt in those Triduum Days. Gracie was feeling it. I was privileged to observe it. Once again, she is my teacher.
On May 10, Gracie received her First Eucharist. I am positive that through the Triduum experience that Jesus was preparing her for this most special moment. As this Easter Season draws to a close, I am deeply aware of the new life that Christ Jesus gives us each day through the wonders and musings of our children. We just have to be poised to listen.
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