The best language that I can muster, in terms of the weight of this day, are ones of a sinking feeling of monumental loss. You can see them in every successful portrayal of the story of the Passion. In the faces of the apostate apostles-to-be, who have now been robbed of their one and only hope. In the manner of the confused onlookers, who followed Him out of curiosity, now overwhelmed that their charismatic leader could come to such a sad end. In the demeanor of those who rashly demanded his death, knowing not that the one that they condemned was the judge of the world, you see the emptiness that comes with rejecting their creator. You feel it in the soul of Peter, having betrayed his master, and having watched Him die.
It has been said that we must train our sentiments. Let us, this one week, these three days of the year, feel the depth of pain that bought redemption for our errors.
I find it appropriate to first mourn the death of Christ before celebrating His Resurrection.
