As Easter approached this year, I felt ready and excited. I was renewed through my Lenten journey and I knew this new perspective would make my Easter experience different. What I was not expecting were the strong emotions I experienced throughout Triduum and Easter (so far).
For example, while I sat adoring the Blessed Sacrament after Mass on Holy Thursday, I had flashbacks of how I felt when my grandmother was sick and nearing death this past January. I was, again, sitting quietly waiting for a loved one to die. The Good Friday reading of the Passion the next day wasn’t any easier. I was truly in mourning of the man who loves me so much that he endured ridicule, humiliation, torture and death on a cross.
I have realized that hiding behind my camera is a very effective way of coping with an unpleasant situation. I documented the deaths of both my grandparents, and I started Triduum the same way. I photographed the traditions and celebrations of the church as a way to take it all in and consequently express my feelings about it. And what started out as a solemn affair quickly turned joyful as Easter Sunday approached. I honestly didn’t want Easter Vigil to end, even after 2.5 hours.
I cannot stop smiling when I think about how blessed we are to be redeemed, how beautiful the welcoming sacraments of baptism, confirmation and Communion are and how awesome it is that we get 50 more days of alleluias!