For me the most beautiful liturgical time of the year has always been Holy Week. Through the readings at daily Mass I can relive the unfolding drama of Christ’s Passion leading up to the climax of the Cross. Then after pondering those events in my heart outside the tomb on Holy Saturday, I awaken with deeper joy at the Resurrection on Easter Sunday.
Every year, although it’s the same story, I find myself accompanying Christ differently, depending on where I am in my own journey at the time, and how God speaks to me through the liturgy. I find he never stops speaking to me and revealing himself to me in different ways. This year, with the circumstances we’re living, I’m expecting Christ to reveal something great, More…
“Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.” With a last sigh your head drops slowly towards us, with your chin just above the breast-bone. We can now look up at your face; finally it is relaxed and calm, illuminated with the gentle majesty of God. 
Soon it will be three o’clock. Jesus is still holding on, but barely. 
Jesus is in a state bordering on total collapse. His body aches in excruciating pain; each time he pulls himself up to breath, 
When I hear the words Spy Wednesday, it brings back childhood memories, particularly about the time I had to devise a scheme to retrieve a confiscated comic book. 
An hour passes. The sun is now covered by clouds, and it suddenly has become very cold. Jesus is undergoing immense suffering. 
The curses and insults have begun to dwindle. The large crowd is no longer interested in watching Jesus die. The show is over. 
We have been accompanying Christ during his passion. As if the cruelty of his torments was not enough, now, suddenly, a new type of scourging begins: 
Biltrix 