Don’t Give Up On Me
April 11, 2012 § Leave a comment
The title of this post is quite appropriate. I am not only listening to a song right now with that lyric in it, but I am also asking it of my readers. I didn’t mean to stop blogging for a week. I just got really busy with Holy Week and Easter celebrations and other things. Plus lately, things have been happening in my life that I don’t want to blog about. Not bad things! Just private things I don’t want to describe for the entire universe. Take, for example, my Holy Week experiences. I can’t write about them. It would be way too hard. But I had a wonderful Easter Triduum and completely loved my first experience with Tenebrae. I think I can write about that.
Tenebrae is Latin for darkness, or shadows. Here is a good explanation of it and here are my brief recollections. Paul and I drove up to Father Langan’s parish in Honesdale on Good Friday evening to attend. The church is made out of stone and sits on the side of a steep hill. We chanted the Divine Office, but only the Psalms, lessons, and mourning chants: the lamentations of Jeremiah. Cries for help against enemies. Questions of doubt and sorrow and abandonment. The church was dimly lit, with a tall triangle of candles flickering on the altar. Two altar boys took turns extinguishing a single candle after each chant. The sweet smell of myrrh filled the air when Father anointed our foreheads with it. The simplicity of the chant, a stark melody, struck me as fitting for Good Friday. The wood of the cross was cold under my hand as I knelt in front to venerate it.
I didn’t want to leave at the end. It was beautiful. Moving. Solemn. Sorrowful. All those words that describe but don’t, really.