Dear Friends,
I am not a poet or psalmist, but I’m trying my hand at writing a psalm/poem for Holy Week. Maybe you’ll be inspired to write your own. Maybe something here will inspire you to persevere through this incredible week as clergy, as laity who are living out the fullness of these days.
Thank you for the ways you journey with Jesus all the way to the cross and celebrate Resurrection Sunday!
Please hold our moving clergy in prayer as they, and receiving churches, will learn of their appointments on the Friday after Easter.
Peace~ Tara
O God, I’m already stressed about the world, then comes Holy Week.
It sounds like a good thing: a week of “holiness.”
Yet Good Friday feels anything but good
With rooms stripped bare
Reminders of death,
Not knowing the fullness of what we humans
Do
Ask
Speak into being
Slow down, experience the week, the preacher said.
You can’t fully experience Sunday without Friday, the preacher said.
God, It’s heavy, hard to do Friday.
Friday feels like more of what we see daily.
Friday is darkness, destruction, deep lament
And yet. . .
And yet, there is something more,
On Friday, thanks be to You!.
Your son, he goes willingly.
There’s obedience, a knowing, living into what is coming.
When he says yes, there’s a
Glimmer
Spark
Pinpoint of light
The cross, his death, happens on a Friday.
And without Friday, there is no resurrection Sunday
On that day, Gracious and Loving God, you
bathe us in light, and the heavens proclaim your glory
And we cannot express the joy of the rolling of the stone!
Easter!
Resurrection!
Risen Indeed Day!
You overwhelm us with your goodness
The stress replaced with assurance,
The darkness illuminated fully with Light.
We know Jesus lives, so we also live!
We are immeasurably blessed to know, share, and live in this good news.
Loving one another, as we have been loved.
May all the days of our lives reflect the glory of the Living Christ!
photo credit: Tara Lain