There was merry making all over. Business was brisk. There were drunken noise, smoky dens, carousing, parties and all sorts of other activities contrary to the somber piety or remorse originally associated with Holy Week.
There was supposed to be the painful death of the Lord, the mourning, and then the resurrection. The death was supposed to be for our sins. It was supposed to be the supreme sacrifice.
But the way we have been treating the occasion with all our hunger for pleasures of the senses, as if there was no death and the pain that come with it. There was no remorse that should have been the least we exhibited for our sins. And only remorse could have made for our personal resurrection or our redemption from our sinful ways.
Without remorse there could be no resurrection. There could be no real Easter Sunday. In short, we have been treating the Holy Week as a big joke.
And we call ourselves a Christian country.
Let us all individually ask ourselves, “How did I behave every Holy Week?”**