Holy Week

I gave up writing on my blog for Lent, but I guess it doesn’t count because it was unintentional and it’s not a sinful act. The truth is, it’s hard to observe the Lenten season when it’s 80 degrees and sunny every day. Not to mention the countless town fiestas and weddings which we attended during those 40 days. When Holy Week came the mood changed. People came together in a more reverent manner.I had the privilege of washing the feet of the 12 representing the apostles of Christ. We performed the passion completely through song, and we stayed in the church for hours and hours on Good Friday. The Stations of the Cross led us on a long walk to a clearing on a mountain which the Besaos have preserved as their very own Calvary.There, a large cross stands among the pine trees. We crowned it with a wreath of bright pink flowers gathered by the old women just after dawn.Easter morning came as gloriously as it should. The bells rang with such zeal and vigor that you felt them shout, “Christ is risen!” The Lord is risen indeed.Melanie West Goes…Holy Week