“Do you know what I have done to you?”
You have retold my story,
loving it like it was your own,
changing it by your holy imagination.
“Do you know what you have done to me?”
We have co-opted your story,
loving it like we were its heroes,
twisting it to our own conclusions.
“Do you know what I have done to you?”
You have stood my feet on solid ground,
kept them company in my long wanderings,
guided them when my next steps were unclear.
“Do you know what you have done to me?”
We have stood without shame on your blood,
raised your name like we are its sole heirs,
presumed you bless our every endeavor.
“Do you know what I have done to you?”
“Do you know what you have done to me?”
Help us, O Christ.
You have done everything.
We have done too much…and not enough.
on John 13:12 & Luke 23:34