Sacred Silence Friday
Posted: April 14, 2017 Filed under: Holy Week 3 CommentsIn observance of Good Friday.
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"Once you’ve slept in the shadow of the San Jacinto Mountains you are bound to return." — Cahuilla Indian saying
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Mike Christie
I live with my wife Terry in Hemet, CA, which is in the San Jacinto Valley, on the eastern edge of Southern California's Inland Empire. We both terribly miss Tasha, our beagle-border terrier mix whom we had for fifteen years and who lived to the ripe old age of sixteen.
I am actively engaged in freelance writing along with web development and management. Details are on my web site: http://mikecwebandwriting.com/.
This blog is about the personal side of my life. I love my Kindle iPad app, working in the kitchen, watching cooking shows, and writing this blog. I am an Episcopalian and am happy to be a member of Episcopal Church of the Good Shepherd here in Hemet.
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I hope you saw my Good Friday post and read the comment on FB from my friend Wally. Today and tomorrow are certainly a day for silence in my own journey.
I did, just now. Thanks for the FB pointer to Wally’s comment, since, as you know, I am staying away from FB these days. Saturday I know as Holy Saturday.
The Triduum is very important in the Episcopal tradition, and we have a Maundy Thursday service, a Good Friday service, and the Great Easter Vigil Saturday evening. A lot happens between Palm Sunday and Easter.
And I am not participating in any of those this year. It’s just where I am right now. Easter will arrive even if I don’t participate in the Triduum services.
Years ago I co-lead with Wally a Holy Week Retreat at Ghost Ranch. It was the only time I have ever been to an 11 pm service on Holy Saturday to greet Easter at midnight. Christmas Eve services yes – Holy Saturday no. It was lovely and the desert setting added depth to the meaning of the service.
When I talk about the psychology of spirituality, I think that is what I mean. Easter does come, over and over again in all our lives whether we are in the mood for it or believe in it or not. Blessings, my friend.