It was Thursday, the Feast of the Annunciation, and I was taking my daughter to high school.
I said: “Wow, Holy Week.”
She said, “I know, right? I can’t believe it’s already here.”
“This Saturday’s Lazarus Saturday,” I said, “and everyone at church will be like Woo-hoo! – and then, Sunday is Palm Sunday and everyone will be like Woo-hoo! And then …”
“And then Jesus dies,” she said.
We rode along in silence for a while, till she said: “Dad, half the people are going to come to church this weekend and go Woo-hoo … then they won’t return again till Pascha and go Woo-hoo!”