In the midst of an incredibly divisive and tense political season, this year I find myself in need of Holy Week more than ever. Perhaps perversely, I’ve always looked forward to Holy Week. This is, after all, the pinnacle of the church year, leading up to the reason we are here as Christians in the first place — the resurrection. Holy Week and Easter don’t have the same kind of secular consumerist baggage as Christmastime, even with the emphasis on candy and bunnies and egg hunts, and so it’s easier to privilege the actual religious observance (which I say as someone without children, so your mileage may vary).