The past few weeks have been a struggle in a few different ways. Yet amongst the struggles there have also been great joys. I am embracing my Holy Week break, yet realize that I must do a lot of reading and writing as the following week is full of due dates.
Now that I have all my paperwork in order, I am looking with anticipation for my trip to the Democratic Republic of the Congo at the end of May start of June. I am of course looking forward to December as well and my hopeful graduation and whatever adventures follow.
Yet, while these events bring joy to me, I now am entering into a time of preparation and reflection in anticipation for a holiday, and a fifty day season that means a lot to me. Yet to get there is a tough road, and uncomfortable road. I don’t like Friday of next week. I can’t understand why it has the name it has, a lot of bad theology (and some good) have been formed around the events recognized by Friday. It’s Sunday I want, not Friday. yet to get to Sunday, Friday must happen.
This year I have agreed to do some readings during the Holy Week series at the Kirtland Temple. On Thursday I am doing a reading that I have yet to see. On Friday, yes Friday I will be reading the scriptural passage from the Gospel according to Matthew of the horrific events of that day so long ago. Then on Sunday, the day I am anticipating, the day I am looking forward to, the day that means so much to me… I will be able to rest, reflect, soak in, absorb that which is going on around me without a word having to escape my lips (though probably will as we sing in community).
It will be a difficult week for me between schoolwork, site work and the energy that it will require to get through Friday and on to Sunday. somehow it will happen, though I’m sure my schoolwork will not be up to par, for I just haven’t been able to focus upon my readings, my classes, my research to the degree that I feel is needed.
Peace be with one and all,
— Lyle II