Though far from having a touch with our church’s Holy Week celebration, the reality of its essence is well manifested in the confines of our homes. Undoubtedly, there is that longing to God’s presence in the Eucharist that we have missed, and that pain of wanting him becomes a meaningful genuine sacrifice to come nearer to his comforting peace. We long to feel the explicit company of the one who saved us. Since the time that ashes were poured on our heads we have spent a lot of Good Fridays from then – the lockdowns, the prohibitions, the uncomforts, the fear, and for the many – the hunger. But we don’t stay here. We have to traverse through our anxieties that behind this storm is a shining cloud of hope and an Easter of a new life. If God conquers death, more so he will conquer our infirmities from this plague.

We can never be despaired in vain, if only we allow God to be risen in our hearts again.