The person who was supposed to sing the Exsultet texted me late this morning, he’s sick, needs rest and therefore, can’t make it tomorrow night at the Easter Vigil. Oh sorry to hear, get well soon, I typed back. I don’t know what will happen. I’m not sure who’s stepping up into the plate to chant this all important Easter proclamation. It’s a real short notice and not looking for someone to cover. What I do know at this time is that despite all the craziness of holy week and intense liturgical preparation for the night of all nights, this experience brings me to the original scene of the Passion of our Lord Jesus Christ, the way of the Cross: chaotic, bloody, tearful, gruesome, name it. This is nothing compared to the stress level of the first ever holy week. So, no worries, everything will fall into place for as long as we have the best of intentions…
Wait, back in OMOS, they’ve tried to court me but, knowing my capacity, I vehemently declined. I should have tried at least for once to get a feel of going out of tune on the most important liturgy in the church’s calendar.
Welcome to Holy Week…Amen.