It is my first time spending holy week away from my home. And the feeling is just so different. Before, I used to be with my family and friends sparing the whole stretch of the week, devoting on the Christian practices of commemorating Jesus’ last few days. A week or so prior to that, everyone is aware of the undertakings for the holy week so that by that time, everyone is ready, everything is set. – no worries to think of, no qualms to bother. To say it aptly, holy week means the perfect time for reflection, a time for one to seek inner peace and solitude, a time for one to listen to the mocking of his heart, capture that feeling of fickleness and disclose it from all the hustles and bustles of life. It would also mean an occasion for recollecting our experiences as deeply affected and influenced by people around us. Evaluate each of them. Let them be the bases for one’s struggle for improvement. Much more to that, it is also a great time to connect with God in a more intimate level by filling the temple of one’s heart with His over-powering glory. Yes, by all these means, we recognize our own shortcomings and acknowledge God as our personal savior. Again, these were all products of the conventional way of celebrating the holy week…and I used to practice that before.
But also, the world taught me an alternative, beyond the typical, on how to spend it, now, away from home. Spare me if you think I am disdainful for if you think I am then allow me to justify my stand. I permit you to judge me in the end. What I am trying to say is that everything in my life now especially as a student is so quick and abrupt. My mind is so preoccupied with demanding university requirements and activities, stressed with tons of reading materials, strained with heaps of papers to work on and of course hassled with the ever-so-dreadful finals week before the term ends that I even only have less time for myself. I am too attached with these serious activities that before I knew it, holy week’s here.
But what am I doing right now? I am inside my room, attending to every material that relates to the academe; though I am not alone with this remorse, as everyone else’s too in here has the same state as with me right now.
And where is the sense of reflection and recollection in the picture? Well, I believe that the only thing that keeps us all going despite this hectic schedule is the fact that God exists and that He cares for us. His Divine Presence continues to dwell in our hearts. Yes, through believing in Him, things don’t have to stay complicated anymore.
Things don’t necessarily have to stay straight and conventional anymore. What matters is that we recognize our incapacities; we acknowledge His sovereignty and submit our entirety to Him, most importantly by keeping our constant faith in Him.
I’ve realized it is not of spending the holy week with whomever that matters. As long as you are aware of your relationship with God, then spending it elsewhere in whatever way won’t make you less of a Christian and a believer on the Most High. Through faith in Him, He can infuse our hearts with His life. And that’s how He can infuse the world with life: one heart at a time. This we find true meaning for commemorating the holy week (though I should give credit to the religious ways of spending it).
Now, I would like you to use your imagination: Imagine you only have one week left to live, and you know it. What do you do?
Some might say, “I guess I would want to know how God would want me to live it.” Fortunately, we do know… Of course, as all the other clichés go, it all depends on you…Let us not forget, however, to reach out to Him.