Last night I went and sat in front of a statue of the Pieta we have outside our chapel for no particular reason. It is an image we will contemplate on Good Friday next week, but yet I felt a sense of comfort seeing the image of Mary holding her dead son. There was love. There was suffering. But most of all there was a sense of peace. The hour had passed. Her son had accomplished his mission. He would suffer no more. Jesus gave up his spirit to the Father, but Mary had to surrender her Son as well. There is no pain in Mary's face. Just peace. May we be comforted by this image of our Lady this day so beautiful carved by Michelangelo. May we feel the warm, comforting embrace of our Blessed Mother.