Good to be home again
I’m feeling pretty tired so I’ll keep this post short. There’s lots I want to write about, but looking after 3 little ones doesn’t always provide the time to sit down and think, let alone type. 
Tonight I was at the Holy Thursday mass, and it felt really good to be with my parish family again. The sanctuary was mostly full, something I hadn’t entirely expected. The mood seemed sombre (except when our kids were babbling away or tapping people on their jackets), yet there was some sense of relief in the air, as if a weight had been removed. People prayed and sang in loud, strong voices. Reciting familiar prayers and hymns together was both comforting and a reminder that we are on a journey together.
I was grateful for Fr. Dan Zorzi’s ministry and presence. He reminded us that we all have our crosses to bear, and that we need to pray for one another. Fr. Dan has terminal cancer, and I noticed his hands shook sometimes when he held out his arms to pray. Sometimes the daily grind of raising a young family leaves Rowena and I feeling down on ourselves, but it was good to think about family and friends and remember their burdens are heavy too.
We’ll be at the Good Friday children’s liturgy service at St. Jerome’s tomorrow morning, so I won’t see you all for the second part of the Triduum, but I’ll be with you in spirit, praying for grace that we would accept Jesus’ offer to carry our burdens all the way to the Cross.
