One of those Waiting Days

All of Holy Week tends to be busy for those involved in the church. Yet, sometimes, I wonder if we don't make ourselves extra busy so we don't have to deal with the grief which calls to us from this time of Lent.

This afternoon I was watching a man clean the very high window at the Cathedral. It is a very precarious window that sits under a ledge and over a stair case. So the cleaners need to set up a ladder from the top step to the top of the window. I don't think the window had been cleaned for years so there was layer upon layer of dirt, grime and smog. It isn't cheap to find someone to risk life and limb to clean a window--so we've put it off. The clean window was startling. Who knew the grime and dirt were hiding so much beauty!

I think that about events and people left unforgiven, the deep grief of aging parents, left over smog from divorces and deaths. It all adds up, you know? So, every once in a while we need to clean the window of our life and let the beauty of the light shine in. Because those incidences in our life happen slowly we often don't notice the build-up until it just gets too much and it all comes out at once. Maybe we should pay the cost of cleaning the window this Holy Week