Holy Thursday

I'm amazed at how much I do not remember of what happens on a given day during Easter. For example, I forgot that Holy Thursday means a foot washing ceremony. Father Pat did not call on me as one of his random people from the congregation, but all the same, it was a wonderful service. And again I was blessed to be able to keep vigil with our Lord in the garden.

I read a portion of Mother Teresa, Come Be My Light and was struck with how close I feel to the words I read in one of her letters. She spoke of things in her past which I struggle with and fight against now, namely pride. And she spoke about once having a fear of crosses, but now embracing them before they even come. This was encouragement to me, as I am sometimes blessed to see that a cross will be coming to me, and it does strike fear in me and I am ashamed of it. She has much consolation and wisdom to share for me. I do know some of what I have been called to do, although the specifics are not yet present in my mind. It frightens me because I know that I am too proud and because of such a vice I should not be given any such gift, but yet I am given it all the same. This pride that lives in my heart of hearts cuts and scratches as a thorn and a burr and in doing so, keeps and shall keep me humble. I can only hope that this is true and I will truly learn it.