Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Easter Sermon

O Loving God, by the resurrection of your Son Jesus Christ on Easter, you conquered sin, put death to flight, and gave us the hope of everlasting life: Redeem all our days by this victory; forgive our sins, banish our fears, make us bold to praise you and to do your will; and steel us to wait for the consummation of your kingdom on the last great Day; through the same Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
Andrew was watching his father, a priest, write a sermon for the Easter service.
'How do you know what to say?' Andrew asked. 'Why, God tells me', his father replied.
Andrew thought about it then said, 'Oh, then why do you keep crossing things out?'
Today, God has crossed out death and has written in life!

When Mary Magdalene and the other Mary go to see the tomb that first Easter morning, they anticipated the stench of death. They had watched their beloved rabbi, the messiah die on the cross. They watched Joseph of Arimathea bury him in his tomb. Now they were going as religion dictated. They did not anticipate that a great earthquake would happen and an angel of the Lord would sit on the stone which was rolled back! But then it happened, and the angel said to them: Do not be afraid. Remember what he said! - He is not here – he has been raised – go and tell the disciples – he will see them. And they leave with both joy & fear.

When they encounter Jesus along the path back to the disciples, Jesus says to them, do not be afraid and go & tell. Easter is here, be free from the fear, go and tell others, I live, Jesus says to them.

They did not encounter death at the tomb. They found life in the garden!

Elizabeth Jennings’s poem Resurrection puts herself in that garden:

I was the one who waited in the garden
Doubting the morning and the early light.
I watched the mist lift off its own soft burden,
Permitting not believing my own sight.

If there were sudden noises I dismissed
Them as a trick of sound, a sleight of hand.
Not by a natural joy could I be blessed
Or trust a thing I could not understand.

Maybe I was a shadow thrown by one
Who, weeping, came to lift away the stone,
Or was I but the path on which the sun,
Too heavy for itself, was loosed and thrown?

I heard the voices and the recognition
And love like kisses heard behind thin walls.
Were they my tears which fell, a real contrition?
Or simply April with its waterfalls?
 
It was by negatives I learnt my place.
The garden went on growing and I sensed
A sudden breeze that blew across my face.
Despair returned but now it danced, it danced
It is the recognition that everything had changed. And the breeze blew and life not death danced!

Fear, despair, and death did not rule the day. Life did. God had turned the unjust death of Jesus into the resurrected life, and such a life is given to us all by God’s grace. I think of the words of MLK, Jr.:
“God who is able to keep us from falling, and lift us from the dark valley of despair to the bright mountain of hope, from the midnight of desperation to the day break of joy; from the sunset and darkness of Good Friday to the dawn and light of Easter.”
As Dr. King put it, it is God who transforms our gloom and sorrow of Good Friday, through the quiet of the tomb on Holy Saturday, to the joy of Easter. God has crossed out death and has written in life!

And God continues that work in our world today, this is from a story I read on Maundy Thursday.
A story from Iran (By Bozorgmehr Sharafedin BBC Persian)

It is Wednesday, early in the morning. Balal is walking to the gallows to face execution in the city of Nour, in northern Iran. It is before sunrise but hundreds of people have gathered near the prison to watch it. His mother and sisters are crying hard, but blindfolded Balal cannot see them as he steps on the wooden stool.

Some in the crowd start shouting "forgive him, forgive him". They are asking the family of the victim to pardon him. Balal murdered Abdollah Hosseinzadeh seven years ago in a street fight. He was 19 at the time, Abdollah was 17. The guards put the rope around Balal's neck. Now he cries hard.

As the dramatic scene unfolds, the mother of Abdollah goes towards Balal and slaps him in the face. Then, in front of the surprised crowd, she takes the rope from around his neck. She has forgiven her son's killer, sparing his life. Now even the police officers start crying.

The mother says she had a dream that her deceased son had asked her not to take revenge… They finally agreed to forgive Balal. They said they would build a football school under their son's name using the compensation collected.”
Their hearts were moved to mercy and forgiveness. They crossed out death and spared his life!

Easter is ours to celebrate. Today, we are the witnesses to new life born from death and like Mary Magdalene and the other women to this surprising and amazing event of Easter. For God still astonishes us today because he constantly creates life out of death and we are called to live out of that mercy, hope and love in our lives; to help cross out death and live in that life written by God for all. Let me end with a poem by Emily Dickinson that speaks of the Easter life!
While it is alive
Until Death touches it
While it and I lap one Air
Dwell in one Blood
Under one Sacrament
Show me Division can split or pare—
 
Love is like Life—merely longer
Love is like Death, during the Grave
Love is the Fellow of the Resurrection
Scooping up the Dust and chanting "Live"!
For God has crossed out death today, scooped up our mortal dust and chanted live!
Alleluia! Christ is risen. Amen!

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Good Friday Sermon

We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you: because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world. Amen.

Jesus answered, "You say that I am a king. For this I was born, and for this I came into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone who belongs to the truth listens to my voice." Pilate asked him, "What is truth?" - What is truth? That is the question for us.

In a world where truth seems to be constantly manipulated, constantly false, it makes us very cynical and doubtful about what really is truth.

A billboard I saw on the way to Waterbury asked “who is Jesus?” and the phone # was something like 1-800-truth. But even that misses the point.

What scared Pilate, what bothered the Jewish leaders of Jesus day, was that Jesus embodied what he said. He lived the way he taught. People flocked around him because they sensed a truthful authenticity. Truth isn’t simply words on a page, truth is the lived reality of one who embodies what he or she says. This day truth was crucified on the cross, but the Spirit of Truth that lived in Jesus still exists today.

As I looked around, I saw truth in a way I had not expected. Before this year, I never knew PFC Kyle Hockenberry, then I saw his picture a few times on Facebook this past month.
“A member of the 1st Infantry Division, Hockenberry’s world changed June 15, 2011. He was on a foot patrol just outside Haji Ramuddin, Afghanistan, when an improvised explosive device detonated nearby. In a photograph, by Laura Rauch for the Stars and Stripes newspaper, flight medic Corporal Amanda Mosher is tending to Hockenberry’s wounds aboard a medevac helicopter minutes after the explosion.” (Time Magazine)
In the picture is also Hockenberry’s tattoo which says, “for those I love, I will sacrifice.” He did sacrifice. He lost both his legs and his left arm in the blast. He embodied the truth of his tattoo for those he loved and for this country he served. He continues to serve today and continues his road to recovery.

Jesus lived out that phrase too. “For those I love,” which is all of humanity, “I will sacrifice,” which he did on the cross. Let us consider the cross of Jesus and how we can live into his truth today, this is a poem by Elizabeth Jennings, entitled Friday.
We nailed the hands long ago,
Wove the thorns, took up the scourge and shouted
For excitement's sake, we stood at the dusty edge
Of the pebbled path and watched the extreme of pain.
But one or two prayed, one or two
Were silent, shocked, stood back
And remembered remnants of words, a new vision.
The cross is up with its crying victim, the clouds
Cover the sun, we learn a new way to lose
What we did not know we had
Until this bleak and sacrificial day,
Until we turned from our bad
Past and knelt and cried out our dismay,
The dice still clicking, the voices dying away.
Tonight, may we see the sacrifice of Jesus not as an ending but a beginning for us, a new vision, the truth embodied in Jesus: “for those I love, I will sacrifice.” Amen.

Palm Sunday Sermon/Meditations

Meditation I (Palm Sunday/Sunday of the Passion)

We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you: because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world. Amen.
“At dusk on July 1, 1985, there was a small crowd of baseball fans at Philadelphia’s Veterans Stadium, waiting for the start of a Phillies-Cubs matchup, when longtime Phillies third baseman Mike Schmidt took the field wearing a long curly wig and sunglasses. A roar of laughter rose up from the crowd, in appreciation of Schmidt’s effort. Schmidt won the World Series pennant for the Phillies in 1980, but he lost it with them in 1983. For a few minutes that night, the crowd roared with laughter in approval and appreciation and solidarity. But nine innings later, the mood had darkened. As the aging slugger struck out with two on and two out, the hollow stadium rang only with bitter boos and condemnation.”
How quickly we go from hooray to boos, from singing hosannas one minute to yelling crucify him the next. As a sports fan, I know I have done this. It is easy when hearing the Gospel story to think we would not act the way many of the people did.

And yet, we celebrate our winners and we cast out our losers just as they did. Jesus rode triumphantly, albeit humbly, into Jerusalem, as a crowd cheered. There was turmoil, tension, anticipation of what might happen. The Roman and Jewish leadership would have paid notice to all of this. Later in the week, Jesus was taken into custody during a night time raid, when the crowds would not have been around. By the time he was seen again, he had been beaten and tried, and on his way to death. The crowds reaction to all of this – they want Barabbas – jailed for murder and insurrection, they want him…

Jesus becomes the forgotten one. The loser. He continues on his way to death. He is nailed to the cross, station 11.

The Gospel story of the crucifixion has many characters, and where do we see ourselves?

· Pilate watching from above, dismissing this Jewish messiah, a seditionist.
· The Jewish leadership who considered Jesus a heretic, a blasphemer!
· The crowd looking for someone to take on Rome – Jesus, no, Barabbas, yes!
· The disciples scattered in fear of what might happen to them.
· Those who stood and watched the terrible scene all the way to Golgotha.
· All the innocents, still waiting for justice, mercy.

There are so many people in the scene, and so are we. But before we let the scene go, you will notice I struck out a portion of the text from the Gospel of Matthew in the bulletin. It is the text where after Pilate washes his hands clean, therefore Jesus’ blood is not on him, the crowd, utters, “his blood be on us and on our children.”

Sadly this text has been used against Jews in terrible ways, often leading to threats, pogroms, torture and murder for the crime of “killing Jesus.” A great amount a blood has been spilled over those words, most terribly during the Holocaust of WW II. Despite Pilate’s washing, crucifixion was Rome’s brutal way of execution. I bring it to your attention to remind us how people have used scripture to hurt others instead of asking ourselves what that scripture might really mean for us, where we might be in the text. Who is to blame? Jews of long ago? Romans? We shouldn’t be looking to blame anyone. We who have waived our palm branches crying hosanna are also the ones who yelled crucify him, we are also the ones standing beneath the cross in sorrow. So for now, we watch and wait with all of humanity.

Meditation II
It finally happened. His last breath. His fall is complete. Station 12, Jesus dies on the cross.

A poem from South Africa thinks about her friend Jesus…
I watch as soldiers hang my friend up high,
With other women who had followed him,
My heart and spirit breaks to watch him die.

He is so full of love and goodness, why
Is he now hanging, nails through every limb,
Pierced through as soldiers hang my friend up high?

With him, each side, they hang two thieves who cry,
One curses, one sees something more in him,
My heart and spirit breaks to watch them die.

He is derided , mocked by passers-by,
Who shout, “Get off the cross if you are king!”
I watch, they watch my friend who hangs up high.

At noon a darkness fills both land and sky,
He cries out loud, God has forsaken him.
My heart and spirit break to watch him die.
 
He breathes his last with one long anguished cry,
It’s finished, I thought, feeling numb and grim.
I watched as soldiers hung my friend up high.
My heart and spirit broken now he’s died.

(Isobel DeGruchy of South Africa poem: I Watch as Soldiers Hang my Friend up High)
It is that moment of utter sadness as the dream, the vision lies dead.

Daniel Berrigan sees Jesus through the eyes of the suffering servant images of Isaiah, the one who dies forsaken for us:

Who could declare your death…
It was a hollow death; men
dread it like plague. Thieves die this way,
charlatan, rejects. A good man’s thought recoils;
his best years, aspiration, children
beckon a different road. To grow old yes,
gently one day to stop breathing, home and faces
drifting out of mind. Abrupt violence even
he can countenance, a quick mercy on disease.
but not this. The mother’s face
knotted, mottled with horror.
A vision,
a few men destroyed.
It is always like this; time’s cruel harrowing,
furies at the reins of fortune
wild horses dragging
the heroic dishonored body on time’s ground.
O for an act of God! we cry, before death utterly
reduce to dust
that countenance, that grace and beauty.
But come wild hope, to dead end.
War, murder, anguish, fratricide.
No recourse.
The case of Jesus Christ is closed.
Make what you will
desire, regret, he lies stigmatized
a broken God the world had sport of.
Risen? we have not turned that page.

(FACING IT by Daniel Berrigan)
We continue to watch and wait; we have two stations left, to remember…

Meditation III

Tradition tells us that Jesus’ body was placed in His mother’s arms after he was taken down from the Cross, Station 13. This scene became the subject of many artistic renderings with the most famous of all being Michelangelo’s sculpture in white marble, the Pieta.
I read of Christ crucified,
the only begotten Son
sacrificed to flesh and time
and all our woe. He died
and rose, but who does not tremble
for his pain, his loneliness,
and the darkness of the sixth hour?
Unless we grieve like Mary
at His grave, giving Him up
as lost, no Easter morning comes.
(Wendell Berry, The Way of Pain)
A friend had a similar thought, “We may be an Easter people, but we never get there without walking through death.” (http://strongasdeath.wordpress.com/2014/04/11/killing-goodness/)

Our meditations end with Jesus down from the cross. We have one more station to go, but our journey through death continues and we weep with Mary…
It’s not that you were present,
but that suddenly I knew how it was done.
The broken piano, standing in the empty room —
I pictured you seated there.
And I sang: Eli, Eli . . .
And my voice even broke,
mimicking yours in old age.
Remembering you
acting that part,
however petulantly,
is to evoke your aspirations,
your despair as well.
It is to open the ear to those distinct vibrations,
for an instant to be filled with you,
and nothing else.

(Mourning by Daniel Weissbort)
May we be at the cross with Mary, for an instant to be filled with Jesus, and nothing else. Amen.

(After communion, stripping of the altar, Station 14 – Jesus buried in the tomb. No Meditation.)

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Not Relying on a Single Story

I found this TED talk refreshing...


Holy Week & Anti-semitism


Holy Week and the Hatred of the Jews
by Amy-Jill Levine ABC Religion and Ethics 
4 Apr 2012

Jesus of Nazareth, charged by the Roman authorities with the sedition, dies on a Roman cross. But Jews - the collective, all Jews - become known as "Christ-killers." Still haunting, the legacy of that charge becomes acute during Holy Week, when pastors and priests who speak about the death of Jesus have to talk about "the Jews."


Every year, the same difficulty surfaces: how can a gospel of love be proclaimed, if that same gospel is heard to promote hatred of Jesus's own people?

The charge against "the Jews" permeates the pages of the New Testament. In the Gospel of Matthew, Pilate literally washes his hands while "all the people" - all the Jewish people - clamour for Jesus's death: "Let him be crucified ... His blood be on us and on our children!" (Matthew 27.23, 27).

John's Gospel indentifies the Jews as "from your father the devil" (John 8.44) and blames them for backing Pilate into a corner and forcing him to kill an innocent man.

In the Acts of the Apostles, Peter charges "the entire house of Israel" (Acts 2.36) with crucifying Jesus and so having "killed the Author of life" (Acts 3.14-15). Paul then bluntly refers to "the Jews, who killed the Lord Jesus" (1 Thessalonians 2.14-15).

Perhaps this vilification was inevitable. Jesus's followers could not understand how the vast majority of Jews could not accept their belief in him as the Messiah. The majority of Jews, in turn, saw no sign of the Messianic age having dawned: no general resurrection of the dead, no ingathering of the exiles to Zion, no end to death, war, disease, or poverty. What was self-evident to one group was incomprehensible to other. Incomprehension turned to mistrust, and mistrust, on both sides, turned to vilification.

Today, interfaith conversation, in which Jews and Christians learn to appreciate their common roots and better understand the reasons for the gradual and often painful separation, can reverse the process.

Official (and unofficial) church statements facilitate healing as well: Nostra Aetate, the 1965 declaration of Vatican II, proclaimed that all Jews at all times should not be held responsible for Jesus's death, and Pope Benedict XVI, in the second volume of his Jesus of Nazareth, strongly reiterated the point. Christians from many (but not all) other branches of the tradition, generally agree.

But we still have to deal with our pasts, and with our Scriptures. Every time the Passion narratives are read, the threat of anti-Judaism reappears. There is no catch-all for resolving the problems in the New Testament - or in Tanakh/the Old Testament, for that matter; we all have difficult texts in our canons. But there are strategies. Here are six, in order of usefulness.

Excision

The first option is excision: take a pair of scissors to the offending passages - or, in today's parlance, hit the delete key.

Howard Thurmond recounts hearing from his grandmother how the plantation minister always preached, "Slaves, be obedient to your masters ..." and how she determined that if she ever learned to read, she would never read that part of the Bible. The story has morphed into the common sermon illustration that Thurman's grandmother, once both freed and literate, took a scissors to the text.

Had I suffered what Thurmond's grandmother suffered, I may well have taken the same approach. However, the destruction of a text considered sacred seems to me extreme. To erase offending texts is to erase memories of both the victims of those texts and those who struggled against them. Moreover, if we each design our own canons, we eliminate community.

A variant on the excision approach is to claim that Paul or Jesus never made the problematic comment and therefore, we can ignore them. For example, scholars commonly argue that Paul did not write 1 Thessalonians 2.14b-16 - it is inconsistent with his positive comments about Jews (such as, "They are Israelites, and to them belong the adoption, the glory, the covenants, the giving of the law, the worship, and the promises ... as regards election they are beloved ... for the gifts and the calling of God are irrevocable" - Romans 9.4-5; 11.28b-29). The offensive passage can also be removed from the letter without harming the rhetorical flow.

Similarly, many scholars argue that Jesus's invectives in the Gospels stem not from the man from Nazareth, but from the later church in competition with local synagogues.

Comforting as such arguments may be, they are based in hypothesis, not fact. Paul may well have changed his mind; Jesus would not be the first Jew critical of fellow Jews. Moreover, Christian proclamation is not based on some scholarly construct of an original text or a "historical Jesus" apart from the Gospels. It is based in the words of the Bible as interpreted by the faithful community. Therefore, Christians must deal with those words.

Retranslate

The second option is to retranslate - or, bowdlerize. For example, some "progressive" translations read John's Gospel as condemning not "Jews" but "Judeans" or "Jewish leaders" or "religious leaders" or simply "leaders."

Such translations are well-meaning, and at least "Judean" is legitimate translation of the Greek term Ioudaioi. But to replace the New Testament's "Jews" by other terms is to have a judenrein text, a text "purified" of Jews.

Such bowdlerizing obscures part of the reason why Jews have been persecuted over 2,000 years, divorces Jews not only from Jesus and his earliest followers, and even serves to de-legitimate the relationship of Jews today from the land of Israel.

Hence, politically correct translations are not necessarily biblically faithful ones.

Romanticize

The theological answer to the question "Who killed Jesus?" is not "the Jews" but humanity. This is an excellent place to begin. The problem, however, is that those who see themselves as "Jews" on Good Friday then see themselves as redeemed "Christians" on Sunday morning. The Jews, by not accepting Jesus as Lord and Saviour, remain in their guilt.

The same romantic approach today is best exemplified in the celebration of Passover seders in churches, usually on Holy Thursday. While there are educational benefits to introducing Christians to Jewish ritual, holding seders in churches is not necessarily a good idea, and here's why:
It is not clear that the Last Supper was a Passover meal; it is not, in John's Gospel, which at this point has better claims to historicity.

The seder is a rabbinic invention which then developed over the centuries; Jesus did not eat matzoh ball soup or gefilte fish, sing "Dayenu," or say "next year in Jerusalem" - for Jesus, the seder would have consisted of a lamb sacrificed in the Temple and eaten in Jerusalem, not a brisket cooked in Nashville.

The Passover at the time of Jesus was limited to Jews, because one needed to say "My ancestors came forth out of Egypt."

In John's Gospel, Jesus is the Passover offering, crucified at the time the lambs are sacrificed in the temple, so for the church to celebrate a seder would be theologically retrograde.

Not only is the Christian seder historically compromised, it is also a problem in interreligious relations. Today messianic Jewish seders teach that the perforations on the matzah (only present since the baking of matzoh by machine, by the way) represent Jesus's wounds; the afikomen, the matzoh hidden until dessert, represents Jesus' body in the tomb, and so on.

Baptizing Jewish symbols in Christian terms is not a strong move in interfaith sensitivity. Nor do Christian seders remove the problem. To the contrary, the performance serves to absolve the congregation: how could they be anti-Jewish if they are doing something so Jewish as having a Passover seder?

Allegorize

The fourth option is to allegorize: to say that the text really doesn't mean what it says. For example, we take Matthew's blood-cry (27.15) not as a self-curse, but as a plea for redemption: the people are ironically asking to be redeemed by Jesus's blood.

While this approach redeems the verse theologically, it also suggests that the Jewish crowd wanted and needed this redemption, so that Judaism apart from the Christian message is ineffective. The move turns Jews into crypto-Christians.

Historicize

The fifth approach, the darling of the academy, provides historical rationale and often justification, for the problematic statements. For example, we claim that Matthew is a Jew writing for a Jewish community; therefore his words cannot be anti-Jewish - as if Jews cannot be anti-Jewish, which is a silly idea.

Also complicating this view: we know neither who wrote the Gospels, which were originally transmitted anonymously, nor the community to which they are addressed. It is a dirty little secret in biblical studies: we determine, based on the contents of the Gospels, both author and audience. Then we interpret the text on the basis of our reconstruction. This is a circular argument.

Similarly, we note the historical unlikelihood of "all the people" saying, "his blood be on us and on our children" - that all of us Jews would say the same thing, ever, is a tad unlikely. Then, we see how Matthew understands the destruction of Jerusalem, witnessed by the "children," to be punishment for the Jews' refusal to acknowledge Jesus as Lord. Therefore, so the argument goes, since the people never said the line, we can ignore it. But the line remains in the text; ignoring it is not an option.

Another variation on the historicizing approach is to claim that the anti-Jewish language is reactionary: invective would be quite natural from the pen of those excommunicated from the synagogue.

The problem here is, first, that we have no evidence, other than John's attestation (John 9.22; 12.42; 16.2) of synagogues tossing people out. If some synagogues did expel Jesus's followers, we should ask why.

Because they wanted to replace Torah with Jesus? Because they were seen as compromising monotheism? Because they told synagogue members that unless they worshiped Jesus they would go to hell? Because they put the community in danger, given Roman distrust of the new messianic movement? Because they cherished their own traditions, which they found completely fulfilling? Any of these would be quite good reasons, and would likely result in censoring in my synagogue today.

Finally, if we define this polemic as reactionary, again we blame the Jews for the problem. Finding history behind the text can help. But we cannot be secure with the history we posit, and when all the historical work is said and done, we still have to address what the New Testament actually says.

Admit the problem

We come finally to our sixth option: admit to the problem and deal with it. There are many ways congregations can address the difficult texts. Put a note in service bulletins to explain the harm the texts have caused. Read the problematic texts silently, or in a whisper. Have Jews today give testimony about how they have been hurt by the texts.

Those who proclaim the problematic verses from the pulpit might imagine a Jewish child sitting in the front pew and take heed: don't say anything that would hurt this child, and don't say anything that would cause a member of the congregation to hurt this child. Better still: educate the next generation, so that when they hear the problematic words proclaimed, they have multiple contexts - theological, historical, ethical - by which to understand them.

Christians, hearing the Gospels during Holy Week, should no more hear a message of hatred of Jews than Jews, reading the Book of Esther on Purim, should hate Persians, or celebrating the seder and reliving the time when "we were slaves in Egypt," should hate Egyptians.

We choose how to read. After two thousand years of enmity, Jews and Christians today can recover and even celebrate our common past, locate Jesus and his earliest followers within rather than over and against Judaism, and live into the time when, as both Synagogue and Church proclaim, we can love G-d and our neighbour.

Amy-Jill Levine is E. Rhodes and Leona B. Carpenter Professor of New Testament Studies at Vanderbilt University Divinity School, Graduate Department of Religion, and Program in Jewish Studies. Her most recent book is The Misunderstood Jew: The Church and the Scandal of the Jewish Jesus.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Coming to the City Nearest You.

Jesus comes to Jerusalem, the city nearest you.
Jesus comes to the gate, to the synagogue,
to houses prepared for wedding parties,
to the pools where people wait to be healed,
to the temple where lambs are sold,
to gardens, beautiful in the moonlight.
He comes to the governor’s palace.

Jesus comes to Jerusalem, the city nearest you,
to new subdivisions and trailer parks,
to penthouses and basement apartments,
to the factory, the hospital and the Cineplex,
to the big box outlet centre and to churches,
with the same old same old message,
unchanged from the beginning of time.

Jesus comes to Jerusalem, the city nearest you
with his Good News and…
Hope erupts! Joy springs forth!
The very stones cry out,
“Hosanna in the highest,
blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!”
The crowds jostle and push,
they can’t get close enough!
People running alongside flinging down their coats before him!
Jesus, the parade marshal, waving, smiling.
The paparazzi elbow for room,
looking for that perfect picture for the headline,
“The Man Who Would Be King”.

Jesus comes to Jerusalem, the city nearest you
and gets the red carpet treatment.
Children waving real palm branches from the florist,
silk palm branches from Wal-mart,
palms made from green construction paper.
Hosannas ringing in churches, chapels, cathedrals,
in monasteries, basilicas and tent-meetings.
King Jesus, honored in a thousand hymns
in Canada, Cameroon, Calcutta and Canberra.
We LOVE this great big powerful capital K King Jesus
coming in glory and splendor and majesty
and awe and power and might.

Jesus comes to Jerusalem, the city nearest you.
Kingly, he takes a towel and washes feet.
With majesty, he serves bread and wine.
With honour, he prays all night.
With power, he puts on chains.
Jesus, King of all creation, appears in state
in the eyes of the prisoner, the AIDS orphan, the crack addict,
asking for one cup of cold water,
one coat shared with someone who has none,
one heart, yours,
and a second mile.
Jesus comes to Jerusalem, the city nearest you.
Can you see him?

Canadian poet Carol Penner, who is also a Mennonite pastor, her poem is entitled Coming to the City Nearest You.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Holy Week Schedule

Join us this Holy Week
& find the meaning of Easter
through the
Passion & Resurrection
of Jesus!

The Sunday of the Passion: Palm Sunday (April 13) 8 & 10:15 AM

Holy Wednesday: Tenebrae (April 16) ~ 7 PM

Maundy Thursday (April 17) ~ 6 PM at Christ’s Church, Easton

Good Friday (April 18)Children’s Stations of the Cross ~ 10 AM
Ecumenical Stations of the Cross ~ 12 Noon
Liturgy of Good Friday ~ 7 PM

Holy Saturday (April 19) Easter Vigil ~ 7 PM

Easter Sunday (April 20) 6:30 AM ~ Sunrise Service (Wolfe Park)
8 & 10:15 AM ~ Festal Eucharist