Holy Week brings back Good Friday memories in Ireland
Posted on Sunday, April 17, 2011 at 12:36 PM
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The start of Holy Week brings a flood of childhood memories.
Ireland of the 1960s was a very strange place. The power of the church was absolute, never more so than in Holy Week. For weeks beforehand we were preparing for the worst -- Good Friday and the death of Jesus.
We were pretty much responsible for that death we were told, our original sin had apparently been because we were born and had therefore caused Jesus more heartache.
Weird wasn't it, we were born with a sin to begun with.
If we loved God we could atone, if we didn't we were bound for hell.
I could never figure this all loving Jesus who would turn on me if for some ridiculous reason I didn't quite take to him--- this all loving man would take incredible offense and he would banish me to hell fire for all eternity.
God, the brothers and nuns loved discussing hellfire. Purgatory was pretty bad, but hell was the Big Kahuna, the last stop on the road to damnation.
We parsed and analysed venial and mortal sins, which ones we could avoid hell and settle for purgatory -- just a few years of roasting, as against Hell
Good Friday itself was a long exercise in church attendance and penance.
As a six or seven year old you attended a Good Friday ritual that lasted for hours. The town and cities were closed down, I don't even remember radio or television being on the air. Everyone wore black.
We did the stations of the cross, each station more miserable than the last as we reenacted the death of Jesus.
Judas and Herod became villains in our lives, worse than any black clad cowboy at the local cinema.
Holy Saturday we were in a state of suspended animation, Jesus was dead and we didn't dare go outside and play but the thought of Easter Sunday and the Easter Eggs was a thrilling one.
Finally, the great day dawned that Jesus rose for the dead and we got to celebrate and be kids again.
What a strange joyless world it seemed back then on that week.
When I talk to American Catholic friends, it seemed far more joyful over here.
With a kid in the Catholic school system I see how much better things are nowadays and the lessons that are thought are about love not penance.
Thank God for that.
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