The Paschal Triduum, as they call it; Maundy Thursday, and then it begins with Good Friday, struggles through Holy Saturday, and on into the wonder of Easter Sunday,

I’ve been aware of this time since I was a little boy, celebrated it for many years growing up and as an adult.

My active participation of formal worship in the church has ebbed and flowed greatly; from Altar Boy, Liturgical Reader, and Communion Server in the past, to my current, detached status, far from an active church-goer.

Regardless of my outwardly, formal actions, I continue to feel God’s pull to remember, and draw closer somehow.

Reflect intently on the teachings Jesus gave us, on the example he was, and on this Good Friday, the pain and suffering and formal rejection he endured, to his death on a cross.

Somehow I tie those lessons and stories to the millions who suffer at this moment, and I want to reconcile with God in these struggling, painful, lonely times.

It’s not easy.