Ah, Holy Week. When you’re in or around a church Holy Week works its magic on you. No, it’s not in peaceful divine rays of blessing on your shoulders. Its magic is not in beatific visions of heaven. The magic of Holy Week is that it makes us cranky and stressed and sinful. Yet it is still Holy.
Part of Holy Week for us in the church is simply stress. We have many extra worship services, more music, more sermons, more planning and no matter how well we thought we planned, it all unfurls this week. It’s enough to make anyone crazy. But during Holy Week our enemy works to sow discord. Pastors get chips on their shoulders because of “how busy” they are. Musicians likewise. Secretaries. Everyone else gets irritated at us because we are busy and don’t want to play their reindeer games right now. We feel self-important, and others are impious and it makes a vicious circle and the demons delight at this, if they can.
But when we stop and consider it all, God uses even this. While we are petty and squabbling, Christ is washing our feet, just as the disciples fought about how was greater. While we are tired and slothful, our Lord prays for our salvation, just as in the Garden. When we deny Him with our actions, if not our impious and hateful words, He is not condemning, just as in the courtyard.
This week is everything. It is all life, all salvation, all sin and all holiness. It is the week that really lasts forever, the Three Days which stand before all time
and outside of time, where the works of the demons only serve to draw us closer to the cross upon which the Universe rests. God takes it all and rests it upon His Son who bore the weight of all worlds and all time and all life and death upon His extended arms, the Apollo who was crushed for a time but raised again.
Holy Week is every week. Or, every week is Holy Week. Every Sunday is a celebration of the Eighth Day of Creation, the day when our Lord was raised. Every Friday is the day our Lord was killed. Every week is Holy Week and Holy Week is every Week, when our sins come forth but yet are gathered up and executed on the cross in the eternal arms of the Son of Man.