We had such a special Holy Week and Easter. The traditions and extra liturgies in the Maronite Rite are so lifegiving and deep and awe-inspiring. The wonder of Easter and the mystery of the Hidden One just sort of soaks into your very marrow. This is our second Easter in the Maronite Church and we are so grateful to be there.
On October 15, my dear friend Father Patrick came to my house, sat at my bedside, heard my Confession. He anointed me with the old Latin Rite. I received Communion. I was gravely ill.
Six months to the day of receiving Extreme Unction, on April 15, I stood at 12,400 feet. It was my highest climb to date. God is good. You cannot exaggerate his goodness, no matter how hard you try.
“in time of daffodils (who know the goal of living is to grow) forgetting why, remember how.
in time of lilacs who proclaim the aim of waking is to dream, remember so (forgetting seem)
in time of roses (who amaze our now and here with paradise) forgetting if, remember yes
in time of all sweet things beyond whatever mind may comprehend, remember seek (forgetting find)
and in a mystery to be (when time from time shall set us free) forgetting me, remember me.”