There are times when I think I am too old to work with adolescents. My memory fails me. My back hurts and my knees creak. I don’t know how to Snapchat, and I wouldn’t know 5 Seconds of Summer from...five seconds of summer! How can someone my age relate to today’s generation of teens?
My Great-Aunt Clara, who was born in 1887, experienced dementia in her 90’s. I vividly recall a summer day when we picked her up at the nursing home in town to take her for a visit to our farm. We were driving on the highway (I promise I was observing the 55-mile-an-hour speed limit) when she got very upset and started yelling, “Slow the horses down.” She was genuinely frightened, if a bit unaware of her surroundings. But then something quite wonderful happened. She started praying, “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, save us. Protect us.”
With Holy Week and the Triduum just around the corner, I have been thinking about how quickly we set the Easter Season aside and get on with “ordinary” time even when the Church continues the 50 days of celebration. What’s really sad is that we are called to be Easter people all year round. And we just don’t seem to get it. I mean, Resurrection has happened, we are redeemed, Jesus showed us love conquers hate, light conquers dark, and grace conquers sin. We should be shouting “Alleluia!”