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The Wednesday before Maundy Thursday

Our church kicked off Holy Week with a small service in our chapel. The subject of the sermon was Mary Magdalene, which piqued my interest. There is always a lot of giggling going on when she is mentioned, but she gets an undeserved bad rep. She was not a prostitute, but the woman who had 7 demons that Jesus cast out. She was also the first person that Jesus appeared to when he was resurrected.

When I entered our chapel, I noticed that the Beatitudes were displayed in stained glass. I remembered vaguely that there was one about someone who grieves, so I picked up the pew Bible and read, "Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted." Funny how I had not thought of that verse since W died.

The sermon touched on how Mary must have felt an incredible sense of loss on the days before Easter, and the minister talked about losing his father. Tears ran down my face as I listened. I have been thinking recently how God understands all too well what it is like to lose a son, and the moment when Jesus said "My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?" must have been painful beyond anything.

When I left, I was still crying, but I find that it is a relief to shed the hard shell I have to wear in order to function on a daily basis and to feel the sadness. I need to do this regularly, and church helps me break through.