Holy Week | Friday & Saturday

It takes me a long time to write!

But this is the last "about my conversion/catholic" blog post.

And I just have to write it!

Jacques and I decided to continue our Journey on a new Blog.

Details to follow...soon!

Friday

The Boys slept over at their Auntie.

So we got to get up in the morning and start the 

Novena to the Divine Mercy.

A prayer said for nine days from Good Friday.

A beautiful prayer, Jacques and I sing it with the 

Chaplet of the Divine Mercy.

*We really have been enjoying it so much!

After that we got ready and went to The 14 Stations of the Cross at Church.

WOW, we attended it during lent, but this Good Friday, it was just amazing.

So full of the Sorrowful Passion of our Christ.

The 14 Stations of the cross, is a devotion meditating on 14 "incidents", which

occurred whilst Jesus carried the cross to Golgotha.

I think everybody left the Stations feeling overwhelmed by the Love that Christ had for us!

Later that afternoon we went back for Mass, where we venerated the crucifix.

We kissed the cross.

I love that Father Jonathan reminded us that it is not the wooden cross that we kiss

which we worship, but our Jesus who sits on the Throne. That cross was just a way

to remember what was done for us!

Saturday

It started off with Morning prayers, Jacques and I as non-Catholics prayed the Divine Office 

for about three years before this. Its filled with scripture, I highly recommend it for those just wanting to pray!

After that we had our practice, just so things could run smoothly and we could learn our dance moves...

oh yes!

We danced.

Because we are African.

We dance.

When we get bad service delivery.

We dance.

When there is happiness and joy.

We dance!

Because we where the "New Ones".

We danced!

So it was our big night.

The first time that we would take communion as the actual Body and Blood of Christ!

We went up.

Anointed with oil.

My Catholic name, Mary, Mother of God)

(I would like to be like her and have the same Faith & Strength she had in God her Son)

As I approached the Eucharist.

I could feel a fire.

A bubbling.

It became a shaking.

I had to press my hands together, just so I could contain the fire in me.

The desire to fall prostrate before my Lord and King,

I had to contain

*So that the Catholic Church didn't kick me out

But I took the Body and Blood and felt so honored and so close...

I got to my seat and made myself as prostrate as I possibly could!

I could never put in words how amazing that was.

If I had to say that it was better than my wedding day or the births of my Boys,

I would not be lying. 

We ended off that beautiful moment or shall I say continued that beautiful moment with:

Chris Tomlin's How Great is Our God!

He is indeed.

And

He is Alive in Me.

Love & Light

Next blog is about crafting & torturing the BOYS!!!!