Holy Week is here, and I’m finding myself strangely envious of my liturgical friends, who seem to know how to handle sacred time a lot better than I do. I stayed with an Anglican while I was in Boston, and learned enough in casual conversation to realize that my ignorance in these matters is vast. You should have seen how shocked he was that some of us celebrate Communion on Good Friday, for instance. You just don’t do that in the Anglican church. Next year, I want to observe Lent. For now, I’m going to try to live through Good Friday and Saturday without rushing headlong to Easter Sunday. Sometimes, in my circles, we inject too much hope into Good Friday, and fail to experience it on its own terms. We’re so focused on the resurrection that we never really experience the death that comes first. I’m learning, but I still wouldn’t mind being more liturgical, at least now and at Advent.