#40 Lenten Reflections
Yesterday evening at mass, no lights were on in the church for the 6:00 pm Easter Vigil. After years of arriving too early to this marathon (yet beautiful) mass, we got there at the top of the hour. I scooted up to the least popular first and second rows to see if the empty seats were being saved. Much to my family’s chagrin they were open so I waved them up like a professional Catholic usher and they slithered up, grateful the lights were off.
As we settled in the dark church, confirmation candidates lined up and parents tried to entertain antsy children. I imagined this dim scene was similar to the darkness of the closed-up tomb where Jesus’ body lay on Holy Saturday. A big round stone propped in front of it. Not a sliver of light entered. A dark void.
DARKNESS
Along with Helen Reddy’s, I Am Woman Hear Me Roar, Simon and Garfunkel’s song, The Sound of Silence could be my mom’s theme song. The darkness is her old friend. Mom can walk from the bedroom, across the house to the bathroom, so as to not wake Dad, get water, and empty any stray Tupperware in the dish rack without touching a switch. She knows the path, never stumbles and has faith in her every step. There is strength in the darkness for her. As a younger mom, she spoke her mind, feared little, and was fiercely independent. Like all of us, as she ages, she has become more fragile physically and mentally, but spiritually, she maintains a robust soul with an unshakable faith in God.
Darkness and I don’t get along. That dusky evening time people love sends uneasy despair in me and I flip every light in the house on, dimmers way up. I guess it’s the middle moment when the darkness steals the light and shuttles my mind off to places and times when fear was at the helm so I push through and control what I can. Light switches.
Perhaps for all of us there are days we too sit in this utterly dark space, the walls of our mind closing in on us. Unsure of what tomorrow will bring or why today was filled with angst. Holy Saturday is a reminder of our reality. The beginning and the end. The alpha and the omega. The darkness and the light.
Some evenings fear is consuming when the darkness arrives. Then I remember, fear is normal. Fear needs breath. Someone said, “Courage is fear that has said its prayers.” So I think of Mom, embrace courage, stare darkness in the face, and see who blinks first.
My Prayer:
I often think, that if I could pass a little Post-It Note on to God about my writing, I would say, “Please let my stories help others realize they are not alone on this epic journey you’ve given us. Help me to offer them a little laugh, a strong connection, and a chunk of hope when all of it is just too much. Amen.
As I write my 40th post outside on a beautiful Easter Day, a bird just pooped on my head. I heard it’s good luck and I refuse to think otherwise.
Thanks for joining me,
❤️Lucretia