For Christians, Holy Week, the seven days before Easter, is a time for serious reflection, contemplation, for being still, and grappling with the full meaning of what is about to transpire. For those who don’t celebrate Easter, it’s just another week and nothing to get worked up about.
Today I am alive and breathing. I am aware that I am breathing, and today I fully understand what a miracle that is. I’ve meant to be living just for today, but I suspect I have been anxious about Covid-19, about work, about my health, about my family’s health, world peace, the state of national and local affairs—the list goes on.
