Certain memories linger in our hearts with special clarity. For me, a long-ago Holy Saturday that marked the day before my reception into the Catholic Church is one of those.
The liturgies of Lent and Easter, like the churches themselves, are built upon the conviction that the resurrection changes everything.
Jesus understands not only our bodily suffering, but also our spiritual suffering, in these feelings of abandonment. He was like us in all things, except sin. And he experienced all that we did.
We might find the quiet peace of genuine trust if we surrendered our willfulness early and often, rather than as a last resort.
The cup of submission, of suffering, of death itself becomes the vessel not of our punishment or of God’s wrath, but of our salvation.