Whew, what a wonderful and blessed Holy Week. This year I was able to attend all the services (Holy Thursday, Good Friday, and Easter Sunday). I cannot sum up all my emotions about this week. Since moving to Corpus Christi, besides my husband Paul, the church has been my strength. It is funny how when life changes how much your relationship with the Lord changes. I am not one to be so open about my relationship with God, but I am slowly learning to be able to put it into words (and also can't help but talk about it with everyone around me.)
For the first time in my life, I attended Holy Thursday mass. I know, I know, I can't believe it, but after attending it for the first time, I pray that I will be able to make it there in the coming years. What an important mass!! It is the Last Supper for Jesus, him knowing the sacrifices that he was about to make for everyone in the world. Our priest said, "yes this is the last supper, but really the first supper." Jesus presents to his disciples the Eucharist, saying "Do this is memory of me." This is the first time that Jesus presents Holy Communion to his disciples. How powerful that is. Every Sunday, I am blessed with receiving communion, but come on have I realized the importance! Not until attending Holy Thursday this week. Jesus has given us the opportunity to receive this gift every single day and Sunday to come to the table and become one with him in the Holy Eucharist. Man, I have been missing this all my life.
And Good Friday, how important is this mass to attend. We relive the Passion of Jesus. And then we are able to show reverence to the Crucifix. The priest was saying during his homily, the importance of having a crucifix in your home. (I will definitely be looking for one for Paul and I)!
Then Easter Sunday, the greatest mass of the year. But this Bishop was saying, "Yes this is the greatest mass of the year, but we have the opportunity EVERY single Sunday to attend most Holy Mass." Whew. . . and in his homily he talked about selfishness. How when becoming married you practically die to yourself, so that you can fully give yourself to your spouse and when this happens your love for one another will continue to grow. Paul and I smiled and looked at each other.
Anyways, I had such a wonderful week and Easter Sunday and could not help but write about it on here. What a changing time for me. I even started crying when the babies were getting baptized. How important the responsibility for Parents and Godparents to shape the babies life in living a life in communion with Jesus. I also think the tears were because in two weeks, John Paul (my new nephew) will be getting baptized and I have been chosen to be his Godmother.
Man, I could go on and on. So although I was upset that this would be the first holiday without my parents or family around, I made it through it, and Paul and I had the most special Easter Sunday with one another. Paul is a wonderful husband always being supportive, God knew what he was doing when he brought us together :)