For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who has similarly tested in every way, yet without sin.
For us Christians, this is the longest day of the year. Except for singing along with the hymns on the telecast service, and a brief conversation with a neighbor after 3:00 PM, I have been silent. Now I am listening to a choir recitation from the National Shrine in preparation for the Good Friday liturgy. Those attending will leave in silence as they feel the loneliness of the tomb. We know that we are only waiting for the glorious joy of Easter, and yet we feel weighted down with sorrow.
I cannot kiss the foot of your figure on the Cross tonight, but I can kiss the crucifix on my rosary. Tomorrow I will visit my family and attend the vigil Mass with them. How empty the church will feel without your Presence in the tabernacle and how filled we will be when we welcome you at the Consecration.
My Jesus, you do understand. You experienced humanity with all its difficulties and temptations. Although you had no sin, you bore the weight of ours. How can we thank you for consenting not only to share our flesh, but to give us your as food. Our salvation and our sustenance, we praise and thank you. Thy will be done.