A small sacrifice in comparison to the offering of His death so that we might live.
At the end of a 10 day work stretch, I found myself exhausted, snappy and hangry. The thought of attending Holy Thursday mass paled in comparison to the call of my comfy bed.
I knew I’d regret not going and found myself 30 minutes early while waiting on a friend. Sitting there I started to reflect back on the previous Holy Thursday services I could remember attending through the last few years. The good, the bad and the ugly. Various churches, the various people and the various emotional states I was in. I was not there just to fill an obligation, but to spend time preparing my heart for Good Friday.
The further I reflected, the weariness gradually faded and was replaced with anticipation to receive Jesus and spend time with Him in adoration. Hours later I found myself kneeling in prayer again, meditating on another rosary. I was saddened reflecting on how Jesus felt that night he was both abandoned and betrayed by his friends. As he was preparing to die, he was alone. HOW COULD THEY LEAVE HIM?!? “You would leave me too?” was all I could hear in my heart.
I felt called to abandon all my worries, anxieties and hurts. I just needed to be with Him. That is all He really asks of us sometimes. A small sacrifice in comparison to the offering of His death so that we might live. When you can abandon yourself to that truth, all other things fade.