Holy Week

This is interesting, and I agree with this completely. I am a Protestant, but raised by both the United Church Of Christ (UCCP) and the Catholic church: my father's family is Protestant and I went to Catholic schools. I did not find it difficult, I did not feel any conflict as others may think. A friend of mine, Emy, said once when she saw me sleeping with a rosary beside my pillow that I am the only Protestant she knows who could actually pray the rosary.

While there are differences in traditions, I managed to live my life safe in the thought that my faith is between me and my God. I am spiritual in a sense that I do believe in His love, and that He is the one whose hands hold me and show me the way, always. I guess this article reinforces that thought. I respect tradition, may not necessarily practice self-flaggelation or listen to the eerie chants of old women who sing the Seven Last Words (with one singing the melody and the other in the second voice, which by the way is impressive because any which way the melody goes, their voices complement right on the mark). But I find time to be alone, be quiet, and ponder upon the ultimate sacrifice Jesus did for mankind. The Holy Week is a time for my family to visit seven churches, and we pray in each one. My prayer is the same in the seven churches: I tell Jesus, thank you, I ask Jesus for forgiveness, and I plead to Jesus for His grace for my family and for all mankind.

My family always helps those in need, each chance we get, Holy Week or not. We are also wanting of some things but we have, through the years, tried our best to spread the love we were taught by Jesus. Spending our time together as one family:  by dipping into a pool or by going to the beach, sharing a meal, listening to music, curling up beside each other in silence; I look at as a way of honoring that love taught by a simple man who once walked this earth.