I had hoped that this Holy Week could be one I truly experience. I TRULY experienced Lent this year. I was afraid that this year would be like last, and I would be unable to get away from work to get to Mass and other Holy Week observations.
It has been one of the most difficult work weeks, in a totally different way. I recall my father teaching me how to dress for work, how to behave at work, how to get along with others, and other lessons that have served me well. No one ever told me how to behave when a co-worker’s husband is murdered. Unfortunately, I feel that this is becoming more common-place and we will learn how to navigate these things.
I scheduled Friday afternoon off. Somehow I think I will end up staying at work. If so, I hope that I can get to Stations of the Cross at noon at the Cathedral.
I hope to write more about my profound Lenten experience, but time does not allow. Must get to work! I will go there with a servant’s heart, and not worrying about the constant blows to my pride. Yesterday a division director asked me in the most insulting way, “What DO you do?” when I told him that I DON’T do the work he has asked me to do. I managed to live through that conversation, sweetly explaining to him my role and his role in this work. I did not cry, I did not shake. If he is rude, that is his problem, I don’t have to take it on.
Let’s see what happens today, shall we?
Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return; the Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord. — Job 1:21