Well, we've finally arrived here, at this holiest of weeks. Can you believe it?
I cannot adequately describe what Holy Week looks like, feels like, can't sum it up in a nutshell; words fail me.
That which is temporal will be miraculously, mercifully, eclipsed by what is eternal.
No, I cannot digest it, only fearfully enter into it, all too aware, now more than ever, of my desperate need for a Savior – for both His cross and His Resurrection.
I come expectantly.
I am aching for Pascha.