The Triduum is one of the hardest parts of the liturgical year for me to get through. Why? Many reasons.
One is the utter desperation of it. Think about tonight. Jesus prays so hard as he enters his Passion that he bleeds. His prayer causes him to bleed. And what do his disciples do? They lay there sleeping in la-la land. Tomorrow his killed after a make believe trial. Then the world just floats a long in darkness while God sleeps in the grave.
The second reason is the excitement of it all. For me, the Triduum is a memory of not only distant events, but of their renewed presence in my own life. Two days until Easter Vigil. Easter Vigil, my baptismal anniversary, the day I was born into the Church, the day that everything changed. It brings back such amazing memories. Amazing because when I look back at them I am still astonished at how God worked them.
Third is a similar excitement for others. To know that tons of Protties are becoming Catholic in two days gives me a bursting joy inside. I can empathize with what they’ve been through and I know what is coming, and I just get so gosh darn excited! Its even better because my sister is one of them this year. Who knows which family member it will be in 2013 or 2014? Maybe all of them? I don’t know, but it will always be a joy to welcome newcomers home to Mother Church!