Holy

 On this Maundy Thursday, I have found myself thinking a lot about the way this Holy Week rolls around each year. How these days are different. How they all build upon one another to lead up to Sunday. We celebrate them similarly each calendar year yet they are set apart for a reason. There is a sacredness in walking through these days leading up to the victory of all victories.

Can I just confess that this year my heart and life need this set apart Holy Week. I am desperate for the reminder of the victory and to wrap myself around the truth of  the ultimate gift of selflessness and love given by Jesus. I am overwhelmed by the conversation and the tension and the stuff that just gets in the way of  rejoicing in this victory daily.

I need these days that are set apart. That are holy. That allow me to remember that before He suffered on the cross He knelt down and washed the feet of the ones who had served with him and done life with him. He washed their feet and He knew what was coming.

I know there have been years when I have let this week become all too full and I have lost track of the need for it. The holiness of it. This year in my own desperateness for it I am praying to know how to truly set it apart in my heart so that the message of the victory lingers through the long weeks and months to come.

That the victory that comes through the Resurrection is so present in my life, in my calling, in my love for others that I do not even have to speak of it--it lives through my actions and my words and my life. Oh, I am sure that I will fail along the way but how thankful I am for the grace and the chance in this moment I can choose to find holiness in the One who claims the victory for all.