Palm Sunday Confession

We have shown ourselves to be fools, O Teacher. Celebrating the Robin Hood come to challenge the prince, we failed to recognize the outcast Sovereign before us. Cheering the jester’s parade in all its mockery of power, we ignored its earnest portrayal of the...

Harrowed

I’m not interested in your pain having purpose, my Friend, only in the space to grieve what has been done to you. Let no one call these harrowing days a hallowing. The broken flesh is not a fruit to harvest. The tortured earth is not a fortune to reap. The...

Remember

You promised, God. You promised. Yet we look backward, we look forward, we look side to side, and surrounding us are the floodwaters of violence and the rains of despair. You promised to remember, but we are drowning. You promised to remember, but we are dying —...

Betrayal

When we have shouted ourselves hoarseand returned home from the parade,forgive our wavering commitment to love. When we have finished our hymnsand departed from the comforts of worship,forgive our fickle faithfulness. When we have passed the plate of breadand swept up...

Lent 40 (Holy Saturday)

Let us be together in the silence of memories . . . I remember the pleasure of his company around a table with friends bread crust crumbling in our fingers . . . There was the day I was sinking, overwhelmed by the storm, but there he was — as if catching me was...

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