Holy Week has started today, Palm Sunday. I was reading a newsletter I get from a Carmelite Monastery in Colorado Springs. They practice the old Latin Mass. This letter was about how the Sisters celebrate Holy Week. They do so with silence, prayer and darkness. On Good Friday, early in the morning before the sun arrives to break the night, the hour of Matins, the Sisters enter the chapel and light a large candelabra, then as they chant the psalms and prayers they extinguish each candle until only one remains. "The last remaining candle is hidden behind the altar, and in the darkness we pound on our choir stalls to make a din of noise. This final moving part of the Tenebrae ceremony, reminiscent of the upheaval of nature on Good Friday, expresses vividly the confusion and disorder caused by the death of the God-Man. The single lighted candle is then replaced on the hearse (candelabra) for all to contemplate."
This whole article made me think that though silence is a rare commodity around our house I often hear the whispers of the Divine in the din of noise our children produce. It is a treasure of great worth and one I, on occasion, have to remind myself of. :p My thoughts while reading this article was an inner yearning for some moments of silence and some bit of irritation at the constant stream of chatter in the house, the jumping, running, dishes, etc. Then I thought to myself, but what treasures do I possess in *this* space of my life? That din of noise.
That was my Holy Week thought for the day.
What is your treasure?
My thoughts, musings and ideas that inspire me.
