The best time of the year
These past few days have been quite a huge blur. As we have been incredibly busy approaching what is perhaps the three most important and critical days of the whole year… the summit of Catholic Christian liturgy, that which is to the year what Sunday is to the week, the Easter Triduum. And there has been quite an unbelievable amount of preparation, 40 days of it, to be exact, to prepare all of us for what is to transpire between this evening and the wee hours of Saturday morning.
Well, this will probably be one of the last times I’ll be using the internet until Sunday, so this post will not be an incredibly long one (I hope)… This past week, since the last time I’ve posted, has gone by pretty quick. So much has happened, much of which I’m still pretty much in denial of whether it was something that really happened or not… Part of that, I think, has to do with the fact that for the last 3 Introduction to Philosophy classes, we’ve been analyzing, philosophically, the Matrix Trilogy. It’s actually far deeper than all the superficial action in it suggests!! I’ll try and make up a post on that sometime this summer but it, in addition to everything else going on has made me start to doubt the reality around me.
Are the Canucks really up against the Blackhawks 3-1 in their series? Did it really SNOW last night and early last week… in April!!! Was that really a barn owl that we let go? Have half of the minors seminary really gone home? Have I really reached the end of my first year here in the seminary? It feels like it’s all gone by in a blink… Yes, the Canucks are winning (and I hope they can close out their series tonight, though I will not at all be able to watch it). Yes it really snowed… in fact, here are some pictures to prove it…
Yes… the whole incident with Wilfred actually happened. Earlier this month, the minors really did find, outside their door, a barn owl staring at them. One of them did run around to distract it while the other caught it in a little box. It turned out the poor thing was sick and injured because of lack of food so they age it to Wildlife Rescue, whose volunteers nursed it back to health. Then, late last week, these volunteers did come back with Wilfred (the name christened to the owl by the minors, after the last monk who passed away) and released him back in the wild. AGain, here are some pictures to prove that!
Yes, over half the minor seminary actually went home (or rather was sent home) because a huge flu hit the seminary. It penetrated, first the minors and slowly, some of the monks started getting sick. I ended up catching that flu too on Monday (my birthday) and was knocked out for the entirety of Tuesday because of it… I’m feeling much better now though and unlike all the minors who had it (and were not resting in spite of having it), I was not sent home, thankfully!! c”,)
And yes, the year is finally ending and what better way to end it than to celebrate the most solemn of days, the Triduum. All of these began to hit home for me, really last night, when I was called over to the Vancouver Cathedral with all the other seminarians, to serve the chrism mass. It was literally the first time I had ever seen ALL of the priests of the Vancouver archdiocese all gathered in one building. It was quite a sight to see and has made me, once again, ask myself whether this is really what I want to be… or rather, what I am called to be… I’ll be talking about that with Him tonight! c”,)
To quote the Vancouver Canucks, THIS is REALLY what we live for!! This is the most amazing time to be a Catholic Christian. In just under an hour, the bells will toll for the last time, voices will be hushed, a spirit of reflection and silence will prevail throughout the entire community. For the God-man has died. He who was innocent as a lamb has taken upon Himself all our guilt and bore it up with Him on the cross. And in spite of all that has befell Him, He has nevertheless, overcome all. Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting (1 Corinthians 15:55) What a mystery! What love! c”,) Have a blessed Triduum!!!
I slipped his fingers,
I escaped his feet,
I ran and hid, for Him I feared to meet.
One day I passed Him, fettered on a tree,
He turned His head, looked, and beckoned me.
Neither by speed, nor strength could He prevail.
Each hand and foot was pinioned by a nail.
He could not run and clasp me if He tried
But with His eye, he bade me reach His side.
“For pity’s sake,” thought I, “I’ll set you free.”
“Nay – hold this cross,” said He, “and follow Me.
This yoke is easy, this burden light
Not hard nor grievous if you wear it tight.”
So did I follow Him who could not move,
An uncaught captive in the hands of love.
Poem popularized by Archbishop Fulton Sheen