Contrary to what some may say, it is possible. I did catch a couple whispering throughout and there were a couple of moments I found it completely necessary to speak. That being said, Good Friday was a day were I went though so may different emotions. As I look back at my journal, it is filled with an abundance of writings…and I don’t exaggerate on the word abundance. From my journaling, I recall the day.
We did not have to be anywhere until nine in the morning. It was a wonderful thing indeed! After prayers and grabbing something to eat, one of the sisters and I headed up the hill to the cemetery. You see, we are not allowed to go up there alone because of an apparent bear issue (that we have yet to hear about since the mention). Our animator was kind in letting me go if someone came with. Yay!
When we met to go up, this sister asked me if I would like to pray the rosary. We made it through the second decade when we hit the cemetery. Standing in the cemetery praying the third decade, we both glanced over all the names of the sisters resting in peace there. It has been a little tradition of mine I started on my first visit there. This time, I stopped and took a special look at Sr. Rose McShane’s stone on the wall. This in honor of a special friend of mine who would visit her often. Finishing the third decade, we turned to head back down to the house.
The walk up there was wonderful and what I really needed at that moment. There is complete peace up there and it leaves this beautiful feeling in me. Walking along with the sister, I felt at home. Admist that, my mind was all over pondering my vocation. The walk to the cemetery was awesome.
During the silent retreat part of the day, I wrote in my journal and read. That was about it with the exception of a nap. My lunch was a wonderful roll and an apple. It was very delicious.
For awhile now, I have been praying that Jesus would transform me (maybe two months or so) to how He wishes me to be. When I went down the hill for the Good Friday Service, this was all I could pray as I reflected on my life, most especially since entering. The service, as was the prior one, was good. Again, I missed involvement with music. At my parish as well, the choir I was involved with did the Good Friday mass. Despite that, it was good to again be surrounded by the sisters.
We had the stations of the cross up the hill in our chapel with our community. My prayer in that was simply to have Jesus bring me on His journey. To have Him reach my heart and fill my soul with His love was what I had wanted.
That evening, we had a chance to go to a Tenebrae. I am not sure I had gone to one before, though I have gone to something similar at Christmas. One sister and a companion of mine were the only ones to go. It was a good chance to reflect on the scriptures and through music. At the beginning we were all to take a nail. When we went up to venerate the cross, we dropped the nail into a basket at the foot of the cross. It was a powerful symbol to me. So many things came across my mind in staring at that one nail.
At the end of the day, I thanked Jesus over and over for all the opportunities I had to be with Him in special ways throughout the day. Who ever knew a silent retreat could be so loudly fruitful?